Page 8 of It'll Be Fun
Inside, Eliza ran interference for him with the bulldogs and got him down the hall and into their bedroom so she could strip him and sit him on the edge of their bed.
“Can I leave you alone for five minutes while I unload your stuff?”
He nodded. “I won’t move, I promise.”
She kissed the top of his head and headed out to handle that. With the SUV unloaded, and the last of the groceries put away, she started stripping as she returned to their bedroom, where Boo and Chica were sitting and mournfully staring up at their daddy.
“Okay, barbarian. Shower.” He used the crutches and she took them from him once he was in the shower, where she had him lean against the wall while she lathered and rinsed him.
So much for afternoon nookie.
She’d been looking forward to fooling around with Rus before they headed to the club tonight to volunteer.
Which triggered another thought. “Dammit, I need to tell Cali we’re out for tonight.”
“I’ll be okay, Ma’am. I can DM sitting down. It won’t be the first time.”
“Rus, I’m bathing you in the shower because you can barely stand. Your foot looks like a mutant eggplant. You’renotgoing tonight.”
“I can stay home alone, then, and you can still go. But I really want to go. I was looking forward to it.”
“Let’s see what the doctor says. If you broke it, you’re staying home and staying off it. Period.”
She got them both dried off and handed him his crutches to limp into the bedroom, where she dressed him in a T-shirt and shorts that were loose enough he could pull them off over a cast, if that was what he ended up in.
Twenty minutes later, they were on their way to the closest hospital for X-rays.
Two hours later, not only was his foot extra purple, they had confirmation that he’d broken two bones in it. They stabilized it with an air cast and told him to keep his weight off it, and gave him the name of a doctor to have a look at it on Monday.
And they gave him a shot of pain meds that had him loopy and high as fuck by the time Eliza got him back in the SUV, along with a prescription for five days’ worth of milder painkillers, which they got filled on their way home.
“Uh, you’renotgoing to the club tonight,” she said.
He grinned. “Aw, come on. Think of how much fun it’d be to beat me now!”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m cancelling.”
“Noooo.” He gave her boo-boo pouty lip. “You can go. I’ll be okay. The babies will babysit me.”
“The babies will need walkies,” she reminded him.
“They’ll come back in for cookies.”
This was true. And they were already short-handed tonight.
“Okay, fine. But I still need to call Cali and tell her you’re out of action for tonight.”
After getting him home and situated on the couch, she called Cali. “You won’t believethisshit,” Eliza said by way of greeting.
“No call that starts with that phrase ever ends well,” Cali snarked. “Especially from you. Hit me.”
Eliza did, and Cali was laughing by the time Eliza finished telling it. “Um, wow. Poor guy. Let me know how goat shit washes out of pants.”
“Oh, man. I still need to do that.”
“We can get by if you want to cancel, too.”
“No, I’ll come in. At least to get the evening started. I can run the office for you and you can DM for Rus. Once it slows down, if you don’t need me, I’ll take off.”
