A Clobbered Boot with Thick Heels

With joy, both of them return home, their faces aglow and the news is just waiting to be shared.

Ashton begins to treat her even more like she's a piece of Faberge egg that he doesn't want to shatter. She's smiling but she's starting to get tired of him being everywhere, wanting her to just sit still, doing nothing.

Presently, she stands up from the chair and immediately, he's in front of her. "You want something? Water? You want to pee? Bath? What is it?"

Ivy places a hand on his shoulder because he's bent slightly to her level. "Honey."

"Yeah? What do you need?"

"If you don't want me to punch you right now, stop treating me like an egg."

Ashton chuckles. "You can punch me as many times you feel like it, I still won't stop."

Ivy groans, seeing that force won't work. She resorts to begging. "It's still in its early stages so I am still very fine. I can still walk on my own, how about we save all of this till when I really need the help? I can even go back to work if I want right now.