Chapter 62: Domestic Bliss
The dining table was a clutter of empty plates and half-finished glasses, remnants of a hearty dinner. Remo pushed his chair back with a satisfied sigh, glancing at Abby with a gentle smile.
"Let me handle the dishes tonight, Abby," he said, reaching out to stop her as she began to gather the plates.
Abby paused, her hand still mid-air, a puzzled look crossing her face. Remo leaned forward, planting a tender kiss on her forehead.
"That’s sweet of you, Remo, but remember your hand," she reminded him gently, nodding towards his bandaged hand, a reminder of the injury he had today.
Remo’s brow furrowed as he looked down at the bandage encasing his hand.
He sighed, conceding to the reality of his condition. "You’re right, Abby. I almost forgot about that," he admitted, a touch of frustration tainting his voice.
Abby reached across the table, her hand finding his, offering comfort in her touch. "It’s okay, Remo. Let me take care of the dishes tonight. Your hand needs time to heal, and we don’t want to risk anything," she reassured him, her voice filled with warmth and concern.
Remo nodded, grateful for her understanding. "Thank you, Abby. For taking care of me, even when I forget to take care of myself."
Abby nodded as she cleared the table and made her way to the kitchen. Just as she left the dining room she paused and turned to Remo.