Page 261 of Lilah
He can watch a terrifying movie and then go to bed with his feet hanging off the bed and everything.
After movies like those, I have to be curled into a ball with the covers covering every part of my body.
I walk to our closet and pick out some comfy clothes for him to wear. Because that mother truckerisgoing to the doctor.
"Grey get your buns up," I poke his lower back.
"Not going," he grumbles back.
"I will stand here and dress you myself," I warn and he turns over to me.
"How 'boutyou undressand then we'll go from there," he reaches his hand out, gripping onto my upper thigh.
"I'm going to roundhouse kick you in the pelvis," I narrow my eyes at him.
"Mhm."
When my violence tactics don't work, I tune in to my persuasive, guilt-tripping tactics.
"Grey," I start softly and quietly, seemingly upset. I even add in a small sniffle and he's turning around looking at me.
"I'm still not going."
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"Are you allergic to anything?" I peer over at him. He sits beside me, his milkshake in hand, and a grumbly look on his face.
"Being here," he grumbles, "and stupid fuckers."
I look down at the paper and then the room sort of filled with people waiting to be called into the back.
Dang right he's at the doctor's office.
"I'm not sure I'm allowed to write that on the paper," I tell him and he rolls his head over to me.
"Is that milkshake making you feel better, sugar?" I smile innocently. He narrows his eyes at me.
I take that as a yes and I continue doing the paperwork he's supposed to be doing but doesn't feel like it, of course.
A middle-aged woman comes and sits in the seat right beside him and I feel him tense. I roll my eyes at him. He's truly pitiful. He shifts toward me, away from the poor woman who had no choice but to sit in the seat next to him because there were no other seats.
I finish up the paperwork and hand it back to the desk lady. She gives me a smile and I feel my heart grow a bit at that smile so I smile back happily.
I return to my seat and Grey drapes his strong arm over the top of my chair.
"Still love me even though I made you come?"
"That's what she said," he and I both utter at the same time. I turn my head into his arm to conceal my laughter.
"I still love you," he kisses the top of my head.
"If I get your sickness, I'm suing you for all you're worth," I warn him and he nods, already knowing the consequences since I've already told him them multiple times this morning.
The door to the back opens and a woman in light pink scrubs looks down at a clipboard.
"Grey?" She calls out and he doesn't move until I push his arm forward. He finally stands. He looks down at me.
"What are you doing?" He questions me.
