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|| JOANNE KING ||
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I sat there, my chin on my palm, my elbow propped on my pillow, as I watched my husband dearest squeezing the ice cold water off the white cloth. He turned to me with a soft smile.
"Now lay down so I can keep this on your forehead."
I quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Didn't you hear what my mom said? I just need sleep. I am gonna be fit and fine when I wake up tomorrow."
He just nodded but it looked like he wasn't even paying attention to what I was saying.
"This is so that you are not uncomfortable, Joanne." He said as he kept the bowl down and used his free hand to pull the pillow from my lap and place it behind me, coaxing me to lay down.
Someone tell this prick that his unwanted care is making me uncomfortable.
Oh wait, I am
