Long minutes pass before my fever must get the best of me, letting my thoughts meet reality. “I don’t want to miss it.” His fingers pause. “What?” “You. Taking care of me. I want to soak it in,” I say, snuggling deeper into his lap, pulling a blanket around me tighter. “I don’t understand, sweet girl.” “It’s been a while, you know. Since someone took care of me. I do it myself. I don’t mind,” I say, ignoring him. “It’s not so bad. But it’s nice having someone else do it.” His fingers are still in my hair and my body wiggles, signaling him to continue. He does, and I start talking again. “I was
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