The Golden Couple

Chap. 41

"I'm really sore," Bryce complained.

"That sucks."

"Sophie," he whined.

"Bryce," I mocked.

"Sophie I'm sore."

"I heard you the first six times."

He was currently lying on his living room floor, calling to me as I cut up ingredients for a smoothie in the kitchen.

"You're so mean to me," Bryce complained.

I ignored him, dumping my ingredients into the blender.

"Did you put blueberry in there?" he called.

"No," I declined, before turning the blender on.

He let out a long sigh, giving me a look.

"Why are you so whiny today?" I asked, with a laugh.

"Because I'm sore."

"I think we've established that."

"And I have to start Chemo next week."

"Well why dwell on that?"

"And Districts start tonight without me."

I jutted out my bottom lip. "I'm sorry love."

"And Clayton is signing at the end of this week to a school that's 500 miles away."

"Well you're just a ball full of depression today aren't you?"

He sighed, pushing himself up off the floor.

Dawson picked his head up off his paws, watching Bryce.

"I'm not going anywhere yet," Bryce promised, coming into the kitchen.

Dawson followed him anyways.

"I'm sad," Bryce informed me.

"I can tell."

I reached over and stopped the blender, pouring the contents into a tumbler.

I wrapped my arms around Bryce's neck, offering him a smile. "Stop being sad over things you can't control."

He just jutted out his bottom lip.

"You're sore for a good reason. If you want to play baseball again, you have to get your endurance back."

He nodded.

"And the Chemo, although not pleasant, is saving your life."

He nodded again.

"And Districts don't matter much when you have an entire summer of baseball planned." I raised up and kissed him. "So patience."

He hummed in agreement, bending down to kiss me again.

This time it didn't seem as though there was anyone to interrupt us as he went to deepen the kiss, my arms tightening around his neck.

And then Dawson began barking.

"Shhh," Bryce ordered, before he resumed kissing me.

But Dawson continued to bark, leaving the kitchen.

I pulled away from Bryce, a little concerned.

Dawson wouldn't leave Bryce's side for just anything.

"What?" Bryce asked, his eyes searching mine.

Dawson was barking out by the front door.

"He probably heard a squirrel or something," Bryce dismissed.