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“Amber, I told you to stop using your arm” Tech mumbled from his seat as he focused on his datapad.
“I’m not using my arm” she mumbled.
“If you’re not using your arm, then why are you whining in pain.”
“That’s just your imagination.”
“Mmhmm”
He placed the datapad down, and stood, shifting to stand behind Amber, he took the jar out of her hand turning it, as he tilted his head at her, “What were you wanting, cyar’ika?”
She let out a deep sigh, “I wanted to make myself a sandwich.”
“Then you tell me what you want, and I’ll make it” he placed a kiss on her temple as he shifted towards the conservator pulling out various items. “Want some tea as well?”
“Please” Amber sat there watching as Tech moved around the kitchen, making her a snack as a smile donned his lips, her head was propped on her right hand, as her left arm was in a sling. She couldn’t help but feel loved and taken care of.
Ever since she injured her left arm, Tech had been doting on her since they came back from the doctors. He wouldn’t let her open any doors, made sure to have dinner ready, and breakfast the next day. Even brushing her hair after their shower together, which he had logically and charmingly stated was for her safety only, he’d been gentle doing his best not to pull too hard.
He walked over placing the sandwich which had been cubed and cut in front of her, each cubed piece had a toothpick pierced through to keep it together, making it easier for her to pick up and eat. She couldn’t help but smirk at the display before her.
“You really do take care of me, don’t you”
“Anything for you, cyar’ika” he placed another kiss on her temple as he took the seat beside her grabbing his datapad focusing on his work again.
She leaned into his side as she chewed another piece of the sandwich, “You’re the best, love.”
“I know” he smirked as he focused on the article he was reading.
She just shook her head as she took another cubed piece.
“You know why I’m the best, don’t you?”
“Because you read and study all the time?”
“Nope” he turned to look at her, smiling as his eyes locked on to hers, “I’m the best, because of you. Now, all you need to do is let me take care of you while your arm is healing. You worry me when you’re injured, so please allow me to take care of you. It’s my way of showing my love for you.”
She smiled as she placed her head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck, “Alright, love. I promise - - the next inju…” he cleared his throat, “the next time I need something, I’ll ask you for help. Deal?”
“Yes, cyar’ika.”
“You know this goes both ways you know.”
“Yes, cyar’ika. If I need your help the next time I’m injured and you’re well, I will ask you to assist me.”
“Deal” she placed a kiss on his lips, promising to always be there to help each other.