Four hours later the soup and cookies were done and Blake was still sleeping. Derek hated to wake him, but Blake needed to eat, and he knew the worst of Blake’s queasiness would be gone by then. Derek had checked on him several times, and Blake had slept hard. It was exactly what he needed, but it was time he got some sustenance to help him as he healed, or he’d be a total wreck the next day.
Derek had put the soup in the slow cooker so it would be warm, and he checked to make sure it was still good. Then he plated a couple of the cookies, grabbed a glass of milk, and headed into the bedroom. Blake had turned over in his sleep, so he was sprawled out on his back, legs and arms everywhere, his lips open just a bit. His hair was sticking up, and he looked absolutely debauched.
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