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Sam Evans. Working hard. Having fun
Relationship Status: hers and only hers
Relationship Status: hers and only hers
“It had better be a very strongly lettered e-mail!” Rachel huffed. “Perhaps with a photograph of what that oaf has done to you!” she added. She just felt like his mother should see how absolutely useless it had been to intervene in their lives. Rachel still couldn’t believe the woman thought they were doing drugs, let alone that she took it seriously enough to basically have someone come spy on them and ruin Sam’s birthday at the same time. Rachel listened to Sam explain what started the fight and her dislike for Tony just grew and grew. “Wait…He insulted me and then you tackled him? How romantic,” she sighed, her expression softening before she reached down and took Sam’s free hand, gently lacing their fingers together. She probably should have scolded him for technically starting the fight, but it was hard to be mad at him when he was in this condition, and it really was sort of sweet that he’d defended her so fiercely. She shook her head when he told her he owed her big time. “Nonsense. I’m always going to be here to take care of you.” she assured him. He told her to drive fast and safe and she sighed, her brow furrowing with worry as the thought of leaving him right now was sort of making her a nervous wreck. However, his next words made her suck in a short breath, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “I…I don’t blame you.” she admitted, shaking her head. “But you don’t need it. All you need is a few cold compresses and some extra strength Tylenol.” she said with a firm nod, scooting closer to him. She wrapped her arm around his bicep, careful not to bump and push against any part of him that might be in pain. “And I wouldn’t quite say you got your ass kicked. You should see the other guy.” she said with a small smile, hoping to ease his mind just a bit.
“I think my face looking like this would break a camera right now.” He tried to say lightheartedly. Sam honestly didn’t want to know what he looked like at that moment. He had a really good idea he looked as rough as he felt. “I don’t even think I let him finish his sentence.. He started and I snapped. I don’t see how that’s romantic but I’ll take it.” Sam said squeezing her hand. “As long as you let me take care of you too, we’ll take care of each other. That’s how these marriages work.” Sam said softly, resting his head on Rachel’s shoulder. He honestly just wanted to get his hands on the strongest thing he could get and turn it into an IV drop. Or morphine, something super strong but the real good stuff was either at a hospital or an ABC Store and Sam really didn’t want to go to either place. “Yeah? I heard you made him bleed. I didn’t know you could be so scrappy. My girl is a fighter!” Sam teased. He sighed deeply. “If you leave now you can get back before it gets super late.” Sam didn’t want Rachel to leave but he really needed the steak and peas for his face – the extra strength Tylenol too.
Even if you were a hundred pounds over weight (which is never going to happen) I would still love you just as much as I love you now that you are in peak physical condition. I would offer to work out with you, but we all know how that turns out…
I’m glad you love me so much. I’d love you just as much as I love you now if you got super fat too.
