Kimmon's POV

I wondered how to spend the rest of the day with Cop.  I was actually still in a lot of pain. Earlier, Copter had given me two extra strength gelcaps for pain. I was still waiting for it to kick in.

In the end I decided that it was best for me to just stay in bed and rest.  I started to feel drowsy, as a side effect of the pain gelcap I guessed, but at least I felt the pain starting to lessen in intensity.

I must have dozed off because I got awakened by the unfamiliar ringtone of a phone. It certainly wasn't mine so it must be Copter's.  Where was he. I wondered where he went. The phone was lying on top of his pillow.  

"Copter! Your phone's ringing!" I called out. He didn't answer. Just where the heck was he.

It might be an important call, I thought, so I swiped the screen. Before I could talk, a voice went, "Hi, babe! What's going on, honey? I keep calling and texting you but I get no replies nor return calls from you! That's not nice at all. Call me back please, please, please???" The voice sounded very sweet and  young and girlish.

"I'm sorry," I said, "this is not Copter. He went somewhere and left his phone here but he'll be back soon."

"Oh, okay," she said, "please ask him to call me back" She cut the call before I could ask who she was.  She must have assumed that Copter would know who she was by the number that would appear on his recent calls. I was sure she was on his contacts so her name would most certainly appear on his recent calls. I was itching to check her name but his phone had gone black so I would have needed his passcode to get the information. I should have looked at the name before swiping it but I was in a hurry and forgot to pay attention to the caller's name.

We had just resolved a big misunderstanding so I wasn't going to jump to any conclusions. I was just going to wait for him to volunteer information if he wanted to.

It was starting to get dark. I must have slept for hours, The pain medication that Copter gave me served as a sedative as well.

Finally I heard the front door open. "Copter, is that you?" I called out from our bedroom.

He walked into the bedroom with a big smile, holding out two paper bags containing boxes of what I assumed to be food.

"Let's have an early dinner," he said, "if we get hungry later after dinner, we have lots more food here to finish."

"You left your phone here," I said handing the phone to him.  I did not even want to mention the missed call. He can always find out when he checks his phone.

"Oh, yeah," he said, "anyway you were fast asleep earlier and I did not want to wake you up so I decided to buy what I thought you'd like to eat for dinner."

He took the phone and pocketed it, not bothering to check if he had any missed calls or texts.

"I'm gonna pamper you this evening," he said, "I'm gonna serve you dinner in bed."

"That's very sweet of you, thank you," I said, wondering when he was going to check his phone.

I heard him bustling around in the kitchen area, hearing the sound of plates and utensils being arranged.  Then he walked into the bedroom carrying a wooden tray with a stand. On it was a plate of delicious smelling fried rice with mixed vegetables and another plate of crispy looking battered squid cut up into bite sizes.  Beside them were slices of lemon for squeezing juices over the squid.

The delicious smell of the food made me realize that I was hungry and for a while I forgot all about his missed phone call. Copter had brought in another tray with the same food arrangement on it.  He sat in bed beside me and we ate together in silence, concentrating on our food because I guess he was hungry as well.

We made quick work of our dinner. He took both trays back to the kitchen. Then after a while he came back carrying only one tray. On it were two small bowls of ice cream. One of the bowls contained spumoni and the other contained what I assumed to be mango flavored ice cream because it was colored yellow.

I really wanted the spumoni but for some reason I wanted to punish him for an imagined crime he did not even commit (yet?).  When he set the tray in front of us, I reached out for the mango flavored ice cream, knowing that he had meant it for himself.

He looked at me in surprise. "I didn't know you liked the same kind of ice cream as me," he said smiling. "Next time I will buy only one kind of flavor for both of us."

I just smiled and didn't contradict what he said. I just let him assume things for now.