Robert sipped on his tea, and before long, he squeezed her hand and called her softly. He brushed her hair as she woke slowly. She looked up at him, far more asleep than awake. "This might take a little, Brian," Robert smiled. "My poor baby. You've put in some long hours lately. You need to take the day off and let Brian and I handle things." Brian sat down on the floor with Khaat, behind her, and drew her back to lean on him, on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.
"The wound looks great, Khaat," Brian said gently. "I checked it this morning."
"It feels fine. No pain. Thank you, Babe. Nice work. Thank Jess for me for helping you last night," Robert said. She nodded. "Fuel, Brian," Robert smiled. "She's tired and dragging today. She needs a little fuel to get going."
"Here, Babe," Brian picked up the coffee mug and handed it to her. "Try this. Its French Roast, but it is extra strong even for French Roast. This should help." Khaat took a sip of the coffee and sighed deeply. It was like a little bit of heaven. It was incredible. "Good?" he asked.
"Very," she managed sleepily.
"Your dad is right. You don't need to work today. You need to do something for you. You know, I see that downtown is a huge ladies spa. maybe you ought to go spend the day at the spa, pampering yourself."
'That's expensive," she frowned.
"So? When has that ever stopped us? If you want to do it, I'll pay for it. My treat," he kissed her. "To my beloved wife." That made her smile. The thought of perhaps someday really being his wife.
"Are you serious about this?"
"Perfectly. Hair, nails, facial, skin, massage, the whole works."
"What if I cut my hair extra short?" she asked.
"No."
"No?"
"Never," he said rather posessively. "I love it just as it is. Don't you dare cut it. Leave it just the way it is--for me."
"What would you do if I got a tatoo?"
"So long as I'm the only one who gets to see it, fine," he laughed.