Her leg was bruised all the way from ger thigh to her calf
Does anyone want to help me write a story
"It doesn't look good, you did something alright." He clicked his tongue, putting a hand to her leg.
She winced at the contact
(I think I gtg to bed, so night~)
"I'm sorry babe." He mumbled, pulling away.
(sleep well)
" It's okay" she mumbled
"You want me to go get a doctor?" He asked, standing up from his place on the bed.
She nodded
Weeks past and Caroline was back at her apartment laying on the couch she had crutches in a black boot she had her foot resting up on a pillow
((Wait, her apartment? Like as in the one she's sharing with Taylor?))
Brad was sitting next to her, head in her lap. A smile was on his lips, as he looked up to his beautiful girlfriend. "How long with the cast on?"
( yeah sorry)
" Another Month" she said
(That's fine! Just wanted to make sure~))
"Nooo~" He whined, sinking lower into her lap. "That's so long I can't wait…"
"why do you want my cast off so bad?" She asked
"I want to have my girlfriend back." He pouted once more, looking a little ridiculous.
" I'm right here" she said
"I know, but like, I want to be able to pick you up and sweep you off your feet…"
"you can still pick me up love" she said that
"Yeah, but I want to come up behind you and scoop you up. It isn't quite the same." He sighed, sitting up.
She looked away from him feeling bad" I'm sorry"
"No need to be, not like you meant to break your leg." He chirped, kissing her lips.
She kissed him back gently
Once he pulled away, he smiled softly. "Want to sit on my lap?"
She nodded with a smile
He got comfortable, and pulled her over onto his lap. "There you are my princess, how is it?"
She closed her eyes and snuggled her back up to his chest
“Comfortable?” He hummed, resting a hand on her upper thigh.
She nodded gently against his chest
“You wanna just take a nap?” He purred softly, relaxing his eyes.
She nodded once more
“Then let’s do that.” He chuckled, scooting into a more comfortable position.
She smiled turning gently so her face was in his chest
His breathing was slow, and controlled. In, out, and he tried to keep it that way. "Love you sweet thang."