A Surgery and Planning Another Date
1892 Words
I woke up early the next morning. Hell, I didn’t even sleep all that well. But he was so sweet he had texted me early on.
“Good morning. My thoughts and prayers will be with you.”
“Good morning and thank you. Getting ready to take the kids to my parents’ house. Will let you know when I can. I hardly slept last night go figure.”
“Because you are nervous and worried?” I responded with a ya, and he continued “No need to worry until they give you news to worry about, I learned that.”
“I know I’m just worried about surgery always do ever time. Once I’m home I’ll calm down some.”
Later that day my sister texted him from my phone to let him know that I was out of surgery and in recovery. She went on to tell him how just before I went into surgery, he was all I could talk about. When I read that text message to him, I was blushing profusely because the last thing I needed him to know about what how much I couldn’t help but do a little schoolgirl gush over my perfect date. When I was home and was feeling a little better, I started texting him on my own.
“Hi are you there?”
“Just came up out of the canyon. How are you feeling?”
“How was the canyon? Not that great I slept to long, and the pain meds wore off.”
“At least you slept. I have been up since 6 am this morning. I slept a long time went to bed a little after midnight.”
“Ya, I did sleep. Now I’m going to eat a little something, take my meds and go back to sleep here in a few since my sister has my kids. I’m glad you got some sleep did you at least have a cup of coffee for me as I haven’t eaten since last night. Are you there?”
“Just listening to your voice mail and then my phone buzzed but it was your text.”
“Just was calling after I got settled at home before I fell asleep.”
“Is there anything you need?”
“No, I’m good for now. Just going to have some soup that is mild on my stomach and try to rest more. What shift do you work tomorrow? What did you see in the canyon?”
“Night. Water, Birds, pelicans, fish but not what I wanted to see.”
“What did you want to see?”
“YOU.”
We chatted about how my sister gushed on about my telling her about the date the previous night. He asked if I had driven her crazy because of everything I said and I told him I didn’t. He then told me how I wasn’t supposed to kiss and tell. I replied telling him that I didn’t tell everything just how sweet he was.
“I am only being me. I am just glad you enjoyed it.”
“I know. I did. My flowers are in a vase in my room so I can look at them.”
“Well, I am headed back to home now. Go home take a nap and up all night.”
“Well then I will know who to call when I wake up in the middle of the night huh.”
“Yup. Why call me I could come over there and cuddle with you. I take the good and the bad.”
“You probably wouldn’t want to. Last time I checked people don’t want to cuddle with grumpy bears.”
“The fact is I want to sleep with you. I do mean sleep. Hold you or you hold me.”
“That sounds nice but with how I’m feeling it’s good I’m alone. Some day.”
“Oh s**t… I know your in pain and I am not talking s*x or even fooling around.”
“I know you aren’t I just don’t like being touched when I’m in this much pain.”
“If I can see you smile, and I can see you worried what makes you think I can’t see you in pain? It’s your call though just remember I offered.”
“I know you did, and I appreciate it more than you know. We need to plan another night out.”
“Well, you have my schedule… do you think you’ll be up to it by this weekend?”
“Ok the meds have kicked in and I’m falling asleep and yes I will be up to it this weekend.”
“Ok sleep tight sweet dreams”
“Of course, sweet dreams whenever I open my eyes, I see your flowers.”
The next morning after good night’s sleep he had sent me a message wishing me a good morning and hoping that I had slept well. I responded back to him but realized he was already asleep by that time so I would have to wait for him to wake up so we could chat again. When he did wake up, we chatted a little about the weather and how generally I don’t stay down after a surgery because there are a million and one things that I need to get done. I told him how my kids were brought back early because my dad had slipped and accidentally told them I had surgery. They were worried about me and didn’t want to be away from me anymore. I couldn’t blame them it was only a few months ago they lost their dad. He expressed his concern with me having the kids home saying it was to early for me to be up on my feet. I assured him that I was staying off my feet as much as possible and my bigger kids were helping me out. He excused himself for a bit to go and take a shower and then when he came back to chat, I was telling him how the older kids had taken charge and even put a baby gate up in my doorway so that I could hear what was going on, but the little ones couldn’t come in my room and climb all over me. We chatted about me staying down and not getting out of bed. He asked me how long until I get the results back and how long to recover from the surgery. I told him how it could take up to two weeks for the results. I needed to take it easy for a couple of days and then slowly ease into my routine. I told him how I didn’t like staying down to which he responded by telling me that he had rope to tie me down.
“Lol that’s been threatened before. You’re talking to someone who dulled a complete set of steak knives to take own cast off.”
“Well with your hand tied…. go luck with that.”
“Good thing I haven’t given you my address, yet I do believe you would follow through on those threats. If it helps, I promise to stay down ok.”
“I want to be able to go out this weekend… and in order for that to happen you need to be better.”
“Ok I am staying down I promise. I want to go out as well.”
We chatted a bit throughout the night, and I fell asleep once again. When I woke up, I sent him a quick message that I was awake and that I hoped his night was going well. He replied, “The only way it could be better is if I was with you.” We started chatting about what to do for out next date that wouldn’t wear me out too much or tax my body to much as I would still be less than a week out from surgery. When I noticed he was almost off work I sent him another message.
“Yay workday is about done.”
“Just ended. How are you feeling? You didn’t get much sleep.”
“Ya well don’t tell this guy named Bob that I’ve been seeing but I slept maybe three hours last night and then made a mistake and picked up the baby to change him. Needless to say, regrets are there. But don’t tell Bob he’s already threatened to tie me down. He’s kind of cute because I think he worries about me in his own way. “
After he got home from his job, we texted a bit more. We chatted about possibilities. He sternly told me to stay in bed and I replied with “You know I almost want to say, ‘or what?’ Guess I said it.”
“Do you want a spanking?”
We chatted some about ideas of things we could do again that wouldn’t bother me to bad and then got into the conversation about the quarantine and how it had adversely affected many people. We talked about the problem he had with his hands cramping up when he used them to much and how he felt it was just an age thing. His doctor didn’t seem to concern. He told me he was off to bed, and I told him that he should have sweet dreams. His response was “of you.”
“Sure, if that makes you sleep well. I will do my best to behave.”
“It would be better if I had you to hold.”
“One of these days.”
When he got up, he texted me and I was visiting with my late husband’s sister, so I didn’t respond. I still felt weird that for one I was dating again only a few months after losing my husband and two that husband was her brother. So, I didn’t want to shove it in her face that it seemed like I was forgetting her brother and moving on with my life. Then I told him that I was working on his birthday surprise all day and believed I had it narrowed down just needed to finalize the details. What I hadn’t told him was that I was going to surprise him with a hotel and possibly sleep with him.
“I tried to sleep but had a disturbing dream that woke me up.”
“What type of disturbing dream?”
“I can’t tell you about the dream not yet.”
“Why can’t you tell me about the dream?”
“MMM no let’s just say I am going to be more careful on what I read and who I chat with before going to bed. Subject change does you mind staying away from your apartment for a night?”
“No not a problem. You were chatting with me before you went to bed.”
“Yes, I was chatting with you. Wednesday before or Monday after your birthday which one?”
“How about Sunday the 19th?”
“Do you work that night? Duh just looked it was days anyhow. Ok Sunday it is. Oh, my this is going to be fun.”
- Writer
