Courtney POV.
There is a knock on the bedroom door, and I squeal, knowing this is my food. I honestly thought that being on bedrest would be a slow death, but it has been great. I can nap when I want, still work, be waited on hand and foot and the service isn’t all that bad.
“Come in.” I shout as the door opens and Max pops his head through the gap with a big, cheesy grin on his face.
“I heard someone wanted pickles and peanut butter?” He says and I make grabby hands as he chuckles, walking into the room with a tray and he places the tray on my lap before he walks towards the door.
“Max, wait. Come and sit with me.” I say with a smile and he nods his head and closes the door and walks back towards the bed and he sits on the armchair next to the bed.
I unscrew the lids on both the pickles and th……
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