Days had passed. Bastien was getting better; his ribs were already healing. Kate hadn’t left his side—she had brought him food and was now feeding him.

—Mmm, this is good.

—I ordered steak with rice, your favorite, so you wouldn’t complain about sick food.

—Ouch, ouch, my rib hurts —Bastien groaned theatrically for pain that no longer hurt—.

—I’ll make it really hurt if you keep faking —Bastien laughed as he kept eating—.

—Thanks for taking care of me.

—How could I not, if you’re my love, Bastien? —Kate left a sweet kiss on his lips. Just then, the doctor walked in.

—Doctor, so good to see you. When can I go home?

—That’s exactly why I came. I’m discharging you—you can go home. But no sudden movements or lifting anything heavy for at least a month so those ribs heal completely.

—Alright, Doctor —Kate smiled—. I’ll take care of that.

Soon Bastien was ready to leave, but Kate showed up with a wheelchair.

—I’m not getting in that —Bastien said proudly.

—Oh yes, you are, Bastien De Filipp