Work helps me keep my mind off things too much. Something physical, rhythmical. I'm in the main building, repairing a windowframe in the gym, sawing wood to replace the parts that have rotted.
If only people were so easy to fix.
I don't notice anyone come in until I hear a quiet cough behind me, I turn around, see you, and my saw goes clattering to the floor.
"Hugh!" I rush to your side, one hand on your arm, the other lifted to your cheek. "What are you doing here? You should be resting." My voice shakes, with worry. "Are you alright?"
Oh, am I alright? Now comes my least favorite part of telling Karl. Being babied. My fingers come up, to touch either side of your face a moment, gently brushing my finger tips down the jaw line.
" . . . I'm fine, Karl. ", I say in my usual thick australian accent, canting my head to the side. " I just wanted to come see you at work. Y'know, see if there's anything I could do to help. ". Make some friends. . .
"Get out of the house. Don't worry about me. You act like I already have a foot in the grave, mate. I'm fine. ". I press a kiss to his temple and stand back, chuckling. "Look at you, ruining your power tools over little-old-me. ".
Duly chastised, I give you an apologetic look. "I know. I'm sorry, but I can't help worrying. And if it came down to a choice between you or my power tools..."
I pause and glance down at the electric saw. "...I'd pick the power tools every time," I add with a mischievous smirk. I slide my arms around your waist and pull you closer, kiss your jaw and then your lips.
"Are you up to eating out tonight, or would you rather curl up in front of the telly with a tub of Ben and Jerry's? 's your last proper dinner before the big day, remember they said not to eat anything after tomorrow afternoon."
Oh, okay. That's fine. I'll forgive him for now, when he's kissing me like that. I turn his head and nip at his ear, pulling at his hair in a teasing manner.
" Let's eat out t'night. I need to be outta the house. Gotta stretch my legs before I'm cooped up in a disgusting hospital . . . I hate hospitals, by the way. You had better bring me movies and flowers and chocolates like a good boyfriend, or I'll come after you. ".
No Ben and Jerry's for me tonight, sir!
"Oh I will I promise. It'll only be for a few days anyway. You'll be home again before you know it." I smile and brush my fingers across your cheek, into your hair. "We could go to that smart restaurant in Athena, get dressed up smart, make it a proper romantic dinner. Have champagne, just for the hell of it. What d'you say to that, Aussie?"
"Sounds good. . . do I get roses n'chocolates and poetry n'a wedding band too since we're going to do this all uber romantic, Kiwi?". I say, batting at his hair and trying to help him clean up his tools. . . only can smile.
"I better be at home before I know it. . . all of this is going to blow. ".
Forget about broadway, Hugh. Forget about singing to Karl ever again. Hell. Kiss your voice good-bye. Could lose it forever. Beautiful, poetic justice, really.
"You always look smart, you know. Well. Sort of. ". I tease.
I laugh. "Don't think I can get the wedding band, but I can rustle up a few of my favourite CDs if you like. And you really don;t want to hear my poetry. I am most definitely not a poet."
I take the tools out of your hands and put them down. "Leave that, don't worry about it." I lean over to kiss you. "Roses and chocolates. Those I can do."
But you better eat the chocolates quick because after tomorrow it might be a while before you can eat them again.
I notice the sudden sad look in your eyes. "Hey, try not to worry, love. Things will work out okay one way or another." I brush my fingers across your cheek. "And no matter what happens I'll be here for you."