« I understand, » I said.
Ryan sat beside me, nodding along.
« We hear you, Doc, » he said, flashing a smile. « Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her. »
That smile disappeared before we even made it home.
« No strenuous exercise. »
« She’s being overly cautious, » he muttered in the car on the way home. « What you need now is to get back into shape. »
« Ryan, she said eight weeks— »
« You’ve already gained enough weight, honey. The sooner you lose it, the sooner you’ll look like yourself again. »
I laughed, because I thought it was a joke.
Ryan wouldn’t really go against the doctor’s advice, would he?
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