That is until he dropped the cake he was eating right on his black pants.
With his hand, he did his best to wipe it off, but it kept getting worse as his medicine wore off about an hour before and he was extremely uncoordinated now.
The pain started to radiate from his shoulder through his entire body and he was exhausted from the long day.
It was painful, trying to use one arm to rub the cake off his pants and he was jerking trying to keep his bad arm from moving too much.
It didn’t work and the mess he made got worse as the cake crumbled and fell apart, and the frosting stuck to his pants like glue.
He was getting frustrated and wanted to curse when he jarred his bad arm in the process of wiping away the cake mess.
His ma came up to him and she helped him stand, “Are ye doin’ alright Reid? Ye look like ye are struggling and are hurting.”
He nodded, “I am, this fucking cake spilled, and my pills wore off an hour or so ago, and my body hurts. All of it.”
Ailith sighed, “Come on, we need to get ye to bed.”
He nodded again and when he looked around, Mila was there as well.
He saw her there, “Hey gorgeous. You want to help me with the trouble I am having on my pants?”
His ma went stiff, “Reid Connal Collins! I don’t care if ye are exhausted and hurting, ye don’t talk to a woman like that.”
Reid grinned over at ma, “Sorry ma. I really meant that I dropped some cake on my pants. And I still can’t clean it up.”
He looked over at Mila, “I’m sorry gorgeous. I would never talk to you like that.”
She nodded slowly and with both of their help, they brought him into the house and Grace did what she could to help in any way.
His ma led him to the room and when he sat on the bed, he tried his best to not grimace in pain, but it must have been written all over his face because his ma and Mila looked at him with sympathy on their faces.
Mila stood next to him and brushed his hair back from his face and he shut his eyes, loving the feel of her touching him.
When he opened them, he looked up at her, “Thanks gorgeous. For helping me in here.”
She smiled and nodded, and he grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it softly, then he turned it over and kissed her palm and then the thin skin over her wrist.
She sucked in a breath, her skin broke out in goosebumps, and she pulled away and hurried to leave the room.
His ma helped him down to his boxers and onto his stomach so she could put the medicine and lotion on his back.
It stung for a second, and then the pain went away and was soothing instead of painful.
He sighed into the pillow at the feeling of it and when she was finished, she gave him the pills that would help his pain and him to sleep.
Then she put his usual sling aside and then wrapped his arm in a soft one that he could sleep with.
When she was finished, she sat next to his bed, and brushed his hair out of his eyes.
“I am proud of ye Reid. For all ye have done for yer brother and sister. For saving Trace. For making that decision to spare Emery the pain of losing her love. I wish that I could take some of yer pain away.”
He gave a small nod, “I know ma. I did what I had to. He would have given his life to save hers and almost did. I didn’t like that choice and was willing to sacrifice it all myself so they could have their happily ever after.”
His ma sighed, “I just hate how hurt ye are.”
“I know ma. I do too. But I wouldn’t change it. Not for the world.”
She kissed his cheek, “Now, what was the kiss I saw on Mila’s hand? Eh?”