Misadventures: "The Fosters" A Stef and Lena Story

Chapter 22

The kids helped me get Lena in her wheelchair and up all of the steps. They helped me set her on the bed and then left so I could get her into something comfy.

I took off her shirt and smiled. I remembered the first time I ever got to do that. I'll never forget that amazing night. I looked down at her stitches. They had a bandage over them that needed to be changed. I went to the bag of stuff the doctor gave us and pulled out the antibiotic cream stuff they gave us and the bandages.

I walked over to the nightstand and grabbed my reading glasses. I read the instructions on the boxes just to be on the safe side. I took them off and set the boxes beside Lena. I went and washed my hands and went back to her.

"Ok, Love, this might hurt a bit," I warned as I started to pull the bandage off.

"Owe!" She yelped.

"I know, Lena, I know... It's okay... See? It's off now," I held up the bandage so she could see and then rolled it up. I set it on the bed and pulled the bottle of antibiotic cream out. I gently rubbed in on the stitched to make sure I didn't hurt her too terribly bad.

I pulled out the bandage and took the cover off of the adhesive rim of it and carefully placed it over the stitches. I picked up the trash and walked to the bathroom to throw it away. I can back and went to the closet to grab Lena's Soft long-sleeve shirt. I carefully helped her put it on and then headed to her pants drawer. It was rather cold out so I grabbed a pair of her sweat pants. I went back to her once more and took off the pants she had on. I pulled the sweatpants on her and popped up so we were face to face. I gave her a kiss and then helped her lay down.

"It'll be ok, Love. I promise. I love you," I said as I grabbed her hand and smiled.

"I love you too," she smiled back looking into my eyes.

I let go of her hand and went to get a glass of water. I brought it to her along with her pill.

"Here you go, my Queen," I said giggling.

"Thank you, kind servant," she said with a smirk.

"Wow." We immediately broke into laughter.

"Owe! Owe! Owe!" She cried out.

"Well stop laughing, smart one," I said. And I got the look. I put my hands up in mock surrender and backed out of the room. I went and made lunch for her while everyone else went to see how she was doing. 'I really am servant,' I thought.

'Wow.'