chapter twenty six

Chapter twenty-six

It had been a week since Regan was discharged from the hospital. On Elena's word he had worked from home as he didn't have any important meetings to attend.

She found him in the home office, going through the records. The doctor had advised him to take lots of fruits. Elena had taken it personally and made him have fruit salad for almost every dessert. She had reduced his dose of alcohol and replaced it with fruit juice which she made herself. And this particular day wasn't any different. She sighed when she found him hunched over the table and zealously looking at the screen. "Reggie."

"Oh hey El"

"What are you doing?" she asked as she placed the plate of salad carefully on the table and got a chair for herself to sit beside him.

"Nothing, just checking the sales. Nothing out of the ordinary." He stretched his body and for a minute, Elena's eyes were glued to his body. His muscles bulged and relaxed against the shirt that he wore and it was a feast to her eyes.

She quickly composed herself and gave him a pointed, stern look.

"What?" he asked as he saw her expression change. He actually enjoyed it when she gaped at him in admiration.

"You are supposed to be resting. You have been here all morning, haven't you?" the mother hen in her rose ti=o its full glory. "You are supposed to be resting and not stressing…" she trailed off when she saw Regan smile a knowing smile. "What is funny?"

"Perle, you are the stressed one. Look at you, getting all worked up because I've been in here and not on the bed. Did you miss me?" he gently cupped her face and planted a kiss on her lips. Underneath that tough girl was a softie, an old soul and a doting woman. He felt a sense of accomplishment knowing that he was responsible for drawing all those other characteristics up from where she had buried it deep down inside her.

"Whatever, I brought you this." She pushed the plate in-front of him.

"But I'm not hungry. I just had breakfast some hours ago." He folded his big arms across his chest and rested deeper into his chair.

A frown settled on her face and Regan knew that there was going to be a downpour. "Did you just say some hours ago?" she blew out a deep breath. She knew she was being dramatic and she tried to keep a leash on it. "Regan," she began calmly, "you were poisoned a week ago and the doctor insisted that you take as much fruits as you can because your system was affected. Now Regan William Leroy, you will have your fruit and without any complains, do you understand me?" she pounded a fist into her palm.

Regan sighed and said, "Try harder."

She was about to blow up when an idea hit her head. She smiled sweetly at him and said, "I didn't ask you are hungry or not. Now be a doll and eat up or no kisses for you?"

She had Regan at 'no kisses'. He groaned, "Okay, you win." His woman was one complicated human. He didn't complain when she picked the fork and fed the fruits to him. He enjoyed it when she babied him.

"Look who said he isn't hungry." She said as she shoved the last piece of fruit in his mouth, "You didn't even leave any for me."

"I wouldn't want you saying that you helped me. I want my kisses in full. Now it's time to pay your due." Without leaving any room for protest, he dragged her unto his lap and gave her a mind blowing kiss.