Morning eventually came. But I was in the wrong position. Michael was looking down at me, worried. My blush came back. I realized my pelvis hurt. I gently pulled up my night shirt and gingerly touched my hot skin. It was hot to the touch.

" Does it hurt?" I nodded softly. He gave a nod in response. He stood me up.

" I'm going to bathe you, okay? So I need you to take off your clothes." My face burned. I did as he told me and gasped. I ruined my night pants. I slipped them all the way off and Michael grabbed the hunk of clothes.

" No, I'll wash those by hand!" I shrieked, panicked.

" You know I woke you up... because I saw that. You don't need to do this by yourself. Let me take care of that." He assured me. I slipped off my shirt. He walked off to quickly strip the bed. He put that in a pile too. He took me and settled me in the hot bath tub. I couldn't argue with this. It soothed my cramps.

" I'm gonna step out and allow you to wash yourself. While I'm out, I'm going to set out your clothes, wash your old clothes, prepare you some food and get you a hot water bottle going. Alright?" He asked. I nodded. He stepped towards the door to leave.

" Thank you. You didn't have to do any of this, Michael." He met my eyes. I was shocked at the hard glare he gave me through his silky blonde hair.

" You're welcome. Please take care of yourself. I will come back to get you in an hour, okay?" I nodded. He stepped out and moved quickly and quietly. He was absolutely spoiling me. I hated that. But he... cared, even when he never had to. He didn't have to do any of this for me. I sighed and took the oppurtunity to scrub my body and my nether regions. I felt amazing. I sighed and soaked In the hot water some more. My cramps faded into the background. I thought about... Michael. Blush formed on my cheeks. He was sweet. He cared. He was my caregiver. He was gorgeous... He was... mysterious... And he... I couldn't say he loved me. But there was something there. I sighed, looking at my feet. I didn't know how to feel. I sighed. An hour felt almost like forever. I heard something almost like a crash downstairs. I jumped up out of the water. I didn't cover myself at all. I slowly
tip-toed my way to the door. But I seemed to have had my footing off, because I slipped. I curled into a tight ball of pain. The door opened.

" Bella..." he said, looking. I tapped the door lightly with my toe. He looked down.

" I'll be right back." He called after me. He grabbed a large towel. He covered me.

" Lie flat on your back, please." He asked quietly. He lifted my body off the floor and wrapped me in the towel. I whimpered.

" Are you in pain?"

" I landed on my right side. It is sore." I whispered. He tried not to linger. He left the room and closed the door behind him. I began getting dressed. I wore the underwear we bought the day before, not forgetting to slide in my napkin first. I slipped on the lounge clothes he set out and saw a perfume I was curious to try out. It smelled like cherries. I sprayed some and put it back. I put on my slippers and walked downstairs. I saw a broken chair.

" What happened?" He asked, almost yelling. He looked up, ashamed.

" I fell... down the stairs." He stammered. My face softened.

" Are you... okay?"

" I'm fine." He whispered. He grabbed my sheets and blankets out of the dryer. I walked into that room. My light blue underwear were once again, a stainless light blue.

" Go eat. I'll give you some pain medicine after." He whispered. I slowly nodded. I walked in the kitchen and sure enough, he made me an omlete with cheese and bacon and sausage. He also got me a cup of soy milk. I ate the breakfast, enjoying it so much. I couldn't believe this. He came downstairs, cautious. He had a bottle of pain killers. He administered them to me and I took them. He ran out the room and came back with a hot water bottle pad. He had it wrapped in a small pillow case. I held it, waiting until he took me to the couch. We went. I lie on the couch and placed the bottle under my stomach. He gave me a quilt and ran off, cleaning up, constantly. He tried to not linger in my presence for too long.  If he lingered, I knew we would both end up doing things we might regret. He finally finished straightening up and came to me.

" How are you?"

" I'm so much better, thank you." I chuckled. He nodded. He ran off to be somewhere else. I almost wanted him to stay. But I knew he wouldn't. I sighed, knowing he wouldn't. I watched a few movies. I didn't know after a while, Michael was sitting right next to me. I giggled often because the movie was so cringy. I lie back and there he was. His chest and stomach were so hard, I sat up in discomfort.

" Are you okay?"

" Why is your body so hard and thin?" I asked. He flinched a little like that hurt. I sensed he might have had issues about his appearance. I wished I could take it back, so bad. I lie back on his chest, but this time, my head slid down into his lap. I lie there, looking up at him. His eyes were focused on mine. His chocolatey brown eyes were so warm and welcoming. But his expressions were always so cold and callous. I hesitated before I slowly moved his hair out of the way. His face was beautifully constructed. He had a small dainty nose that I would call cute even. His features were sharp and straight. I realized as I admired, I was touching his face. He looked down at me, clearly frowning and giving me a disapproving glare. My smile dropped. He sighed.

" I clean after you and you have right to complain about my size and composition...? I think that's just cold, Bella."

" I truly am sorry... But you are... very... built, though you're lean. It's..." I stopped talking and my blush did the rest of the talking. He chuckled.

" Can I see?" I asked. He hesitantly agreed. I slowly pulled up his shirt. My gasp was enough. My eyes widened at his chest and abs, that were as rock hard as they felt. I dropped his shirt lightly. I shouldn't have done that.

" Close your mouth, please." I promptly shut my mouth. We said nothing else to each other until it was about my bedtime. He demanded I go to sleep.

" I will lift you if you don't get up and go to bed." He said, frowning. I lie still. He threw me over his back and walked up the stairs. I laughed and protested, but he carried me and gently let me down on the bed. The door was closed. I sighed, giggling.

" Goodnight." He whispered.

" Goodnight, Michael." I whispered back. We both paused. But laughed afterward. I kissed his cheek and pushed him away, giggling. I could see his smiling face drop. The mood was tense. He turned and walked out the bedroom door, without another word. That night, it was quiet. I hadn't meant to... ruin his time. I was absolutely crestfallen.