When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Ashton rose to his feet without speaking. The doctor came in for a quick check-up. “Mrs. Fuller is completely fine. A few more days of rest and she’ll be cleared for discharge.”

Ashton nodded. Capitalizing on his attention being elsewhere, I pushed the half-eaten bowl of soup away from me.

After the doctor left, I rose to go to the bathroom. However, my legs were not in use for too long and I toppled over the moment I put some weight on them.

Ashton’s reflexes were lightning quick. He reached out and caught hold of me. “What are you doing?” he asked sternly.

“I want to go to the washroom,” I answered, trying not to laugh. That was embarrassing.

Ashton lifted me up in his arms and carried me into the bathroom. He then threw me over his shoulder and undid my pants for me.

“Ashton, I can do this on my own,” I said hurriedly, pushing him away. “Please wait for me outside.” I was hoping he would leave before he saw how red I was.

“What’s the matter? I’ve seen every part of you before, haven’t I?” he said with a frown.

How is that the same?

I pushed him again. “It’s not the same. Please let me do this on my own. I think I can manage!”

Ashton threw my hands off bossily. “I have been changing your urine bags for the past two days,” he said. “You are my wife, I should be taking care of you. I’m sure you would do the same when I’m old and grey. Stop overthinking.”

for so long, there wasn’t anything left to

when I’m completely conscious. I pushed him gently. “That was different but I’m awake now. I can do this on my own. I promise to call you when I’m done,

“Be careful then,”

I nodded.

sight of his departing back. If not for his timeless good looks and graceful slender

he become so meticulous

me one more

over all of my toiletries. Joseph was tasked with investigating my abduction, so

clothes. “Ashton,

placed my folded clothes

a moment’s pause. With his abilities, he would never be as poor as

It was used

home?” I

it would have gone to waste if it was left here at the hospital, but also stored away without use for it

man who did not concern himself with the nitty gritty aspects of whether or

she

days. She appeared to be a mute, as she had always greeted me with

basin on her tray of tools. In a few gestures,