“Welcome home,” Steve said as he helped Gary navigate the front steps late Thursday afternoon. Gary protested that he was quite able to walk up them on his own, but Steve wasn’t taking any chances. “The last thing you need is to stumble and re-injure your shoulder.”
Gary rolled his eyes, and accepted his help, grumbling, “How did I get so lucky?”
“You better mean having me for a husband,” Steve replied as he unlocked the door.
“No, I meant having Nurse Ratched hovering over me,” he muttered before smiling at him. “Of course I meant having you in my life.”
“Good thing, because you’re not getting rid of me.” Steve closed and locked the door once they were inside. He resisted helping Gary to sit down on the sofa, only telling him to be careful. That earned him another eye roll—and another
