Chapter 8:My job here is done

This guy was really something. I didn't know how I felt about cuddling up against my husband's brother.

My husband's jerky brother for that matter.

I contemplated on it for a while and reluctantly went over to him.

That was the first time we were having such close physical contact and I could not deny that his arms wrapped around me felt pretty nice and comforting.

"You're as stiff as a museum piece, loosen up" I heard him say. I relaxed few seconds after and I thought I was gonna fall asleep at one point.

"I'm not your pillow. Don't get too comfortable," he was saying again.

Could he just shut up?

"Can you just shut up?" I said out loud.

Ten minutes after, the rain finally stopped and we were able to get a taxi back home.

Julian was already home and worried since he couldn't reach our phones. I explained to him everything that happened before going over to set him up some dinner.

That night after I had showered, Joey and I were making out when he stopped mid way saying he wanted to get some sleep and we would continue tomorrow.

Ouch.

Joey was unpredictable. Sometimes, he came to me even while I was asleep when he needed some. Other times, he was too worn out.

"Don't worry, we'd have the whole weekend to ourselves babe," he told me and kissed my cheek. Then his head hit the pillows and in just a few minutes, he fell asleep.

It sucked. There I was, already getting wet from our heated make out session.

I sighed and found my way to the bathroom to wash up.

I desperately needed to be spooned but I got nothing. I closed my eyes and forced my eyes to sleep while recollecting the events of the day. My mind drifted to the fun time I had with Julian.

And when he held me..

Ew. Scrap that. I only thought about that because I really wanted to get some cuddles at that very moment.

Oh wells. I had Joey to myself for the weekend.

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Weekend came but I didn't have Joey to myself as I thought. He decided to spend time showing his bro the whole of San Diego.

I was not all that mad though because Julian was going to be out of my hair very soon. He was supposed to leave the following week. Ah. Peace at last.

I got a new wedding to plan and the duration was about two months because it was going to be a small wedding.

I had tackled the budget and venue selection. It was 5 o clock on Sunday evening and the boys were out since morning.

Joey had offered that I tagged along but I refused saying he should spend all the time he needed with his brother since it had been a long while.

While I was making a phone call inquiring about the main vendors for the wedding, I suddenly slipped and fell hard, landing on the floor. I quickly ended the call, being welcomed by the pain on my right ankle.

I grimaced as I tried to get back on my feet. Ah! It hurt like hell. Had I twisted my ankle?

I held on to the railings for support but I could not move the ankle. At that very moment, Joey and Julian entered the house, laughing and talking about something.

They immediately rushed over to me in panic.

"What's wrong baby?" Joey asked holding me by the waist.

"I.. I think I may have gotten my ankle injured. I fell"

"Wow. Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Joey asked.

"No.. No I'm fine. I don't think its really severe"

"Well you should sit down first," Julian chipped in. "I'll go get some ice."

And then he went into the kitchen.

Joey carried me into his arms to the living room. Julian returned with an ice pack and Joey used it on me for about fifteen minutes.

Julian offered,"Maybe I should go to a pharmacy to get some drugs to help with the pain?"

"That would be great," Joey replied.

I opened my eyes around 8am the next morning. Joey was already gone. He told me the previous night that I shouldn't get up to fix anything for him because of my injury and added that I should rest and wake up when I wanted.

I looked at my sore and swollen ankle and frowned. I hated injuries like these.

I dragged my feet to the bathroom with much difficulty to brush my teeth and wash my face.

While I was tying my hair, I heard a tap on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled.

The door opened, revealing Julian in an orange T-shirt and boxer shorts. He stood at the door looking at me.

"Well you're finally up," he said.

"Someone's not naked this morning," I told him.

He gave a small smile. "Shirtless. Not naked. Anyways, I'm only here because Joey practically begged me to."

"To do what?" I raised a brow.

"To take care of you, duh. Who else is gonna?"

Only then did I notice he had a compression wrap with him.

"Well are you just gonna stand there?"

He walked over to me and knelt in front of me, taking my ankle gently.

While watching, I said, "Better be gentle. Don't make it worse."

"Shhhh," he placed a finger over his lips."Do not tell me what to do."

How dare he?

Taking the compression wrap out of the packaging, he un rolled it and placed a small section of the cloth and started wrapping till my heel, foot and ankle was completely covered.

"I think its a minor sprain so it should be healed in about two or three weeks, hopefully.You're welcome."

"Thanks for your services, doctor." I said.

"My job here is done,"

He stood to his feet, walking to the door and I stood up as well following him.

He spun around.

"Where do you think you're going to?"

"I'm the housewife, remember?Who's gonna do all the chores?"

"You shouldn't be moving around. You should rest." He paused. "Tell me what I need to do, and I'll help ya."

I chuckled. "Think you're up for it?"

"My Mom raised only two boys so yes she imbibed some good values into us. I know my way around house chores."

"Okay, kind sir. Let's start with the living room then."