A little one

Brandi

"Tell me if your foot hurts." He says for the fifth time in the last fifteen minutes. It’s been three days since I twisted my ankle. It feels much better, but he’s been acting like I’m going to break whenever I try to walk around. He treats me like his most precious possession by carrying me everywhere in his arms. It has been sweet and annoying.

"We should probably head back now."

"Bambino, I’m fine, look." I jump up and down to show him my ankle is fine, but his face looks like he’s having a heart attack as he runs over to me.

"Be careful, fenice, are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?"

"Tesoro, stop worrying. It doesn’t hurt."

"I know I’m being overly cautious---."

Ring, ring, ring.

He stops and pulls his phone from his pocket, and looks at it.

"Sorry, I have to take this. I’ll be over there, don’t run off and get yourself injured."

"I’m not a baby." I pout. He smiles and kisses my lips.