Meg woke up a few hours later and grabbing a bathrobe, went to make coffee and grab some cookies. She also got his pain meds. It was hours past when he should have taken them, but sleeping in his arms after sweet sex was so nice.
Luc was trying to sit up as she came back into the room.
“Here’s the pain pills,” she said handing them to her with a glass of water.
“Thanks,” he said and took the medicine. “Want to watch a movie?” he asked. “I’m not up to much more.”
“That sounds good,” she said and when she came back in with the snacks, she had a handful of movies. They settled on Fierce Creatures and snuggled under the covers to giggle over the antics of John Cleese, Kevin Klein and Jamie Lee Curtis.
***
“Damn laptop!” came the cussing from the bedroom. Meg walked towards it to hear more cussing stream out of Luc’s mouth.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Stupid Windows program keeps freezing up on me,” he growled. “Damn machine will work, or it will find itself in the trash can,” he growled complete with sub-vocals. Meg shivered.
“Luc, the computer won’t react to sub-vocals,” she said in a teasing voice.
“Damn well ought to!” he said still growling. He was punching the keys with his right hand as the left still wasn’t up to typing. “Grrrrrrr,….”
“Luc, what’s going on?” she asked again. This time she sat on the edge of the bed. Duke had been by that morning with more paperwork and had taken some back with him.
“I’m trying to load this program and the damn thing keeps freezing up on me. It shouldn’t. There is enough memory and I just ran all the virus programs, but it won’t work,” he said.
“I have a question for you,” she said.
“Ask,” he growled sub-vocally.
“Stop that!” she said. Her arms were covered with goosebumps and the hair on the back of her neck was beginning to raise.
“Sorry, it just pisses me off and I’m frustrated,” he said.
“Okay. Why are you using Windows when most of the office uses Linux?” she asked.
“Because this forgotten pile of junk never got the upgrade to Ubuntu. That’s why,” he said rather forcefully.
“So instead of growling at silicon and plastic which doesn’t respect your sub-vocals, why don’t you just save off your work and install the latest edition of Ubuntu?” asked Meg.
Luc looked at her like she’d just slapped him with a wet washcloth. He slapped his palm to his forehead. He set the computer aside and leaned forward to hug Meg. It was still awkward trying to use his left arm, but it was getting better.
“Sorry about the sub-vocals. Would you please get the terabyte for me? I will save my data and then send this operating system to virus hell and upload the Linux distro that will work. And may I have a cup of coffee?” he asked as he let go of Meg.
“Of course,” she said giving him a kiss on his forehead. She found the terabyte and took it and the power supply to him. Then she went back to her own computer for a bit. By noon, she had caught up on her own work and decided that lunch was next on the agenda. Luc must have gotten the new operating system up and running as there had been no more cussing or sub-vocals from the bedroom in over an hour.
Meg was in the kitchen when she heard the door open. Looking around she saw a blur of pink and blue backpacks take the turn to the bedroom with Ginny following behind. Heading to the bedroom, she got there just as Sara and Joe landed on the bed.
“Unky Woffy Luc!” they sang as they landed on their uncle.
“Hello you two,” he said trying to move the laptop out of the way.
“We came to sees you!” said Sara. Joe nodded in agreement.
“Well, it’s good to see you,” Luc replied. “Hello to you too Ginny.”
“Glad to see you are on the mend,” Ginny answered.
“”Would I dare do anything less?” he asked nodding his head towards Meg.
“No, and if you didn’t, I’d help her throttle you,” said Ginny.
Luc smiled. “Now, how are you two doing,” he asked the bouncing children.
“Anty Ginny said the beaw twided to kill you, an An… umm Meg saved you and bwought you home,” said Sara.
“Yes, Meg did save me by driving very fast and calling Aunty Ginny,” said Luc. Suddenly, he figured out what Sara had stumbled over. “And, for your information, you two can start calling her Aunty Meg.”
Sara and Joe looked over at Meg. Sara stood up on the bed and looked at Meg’s neck. Meg realized what she was looking for and bent over. Sara touched the necklace and smiled.
“We’s gots a Anty Meg,” she sang in a sing-song voice as she bounced on the bed.
“Take it easy Sara,” said Ginny. “Your Uncle Luc still doesn’t feel all that good. Look at his neck and you can see where the bear got him.”
Sara stopped mid bounce, remembering that they were suppose to be there to cheer up Unky Woffy Luc. She walked over to him and took a good look at the scars which were bright pink compared to the rest of his skin. Joe looked too, and then turned a little green. He sat down and patted Luc’s leg.
“Po Unky Woffy Luc,” he said softly.
“Uhuh, Dat musta been a mean ol nasty beaw,” said Sara. She kissed a dirty finger and put it near one of the bigger scars on Luc’s neck.
“It certainly was,” said Luc. He reached over to the nightstand and picked up the claw that Ginny had given him. “He left this behind stuck in my car,” he said as he handed it to Sara.
Sara took the claw that covered her little hand. She paled as she turned it over in her hand and touched the tip of the claw. Then she handed it to Joe. He held it like it was going to bite him. Then he gave it back to Luc.
“Dat claw is vewy scawy Unky Woffy Luc,” said Sara.
“Not as scary as the whole bear,” he said.
“Did you two forget something?” prompted Ginny.
“Oh! We’s bwought you a pwezzie! Two pwezzies!” exclaimed Sara as she reached for her backpack. “Shut youw eyes,” she admonished Luc.