"She probably suspects, I'm sure. We're about to head into church, but if you need one of us, have one of our moms come and get us. After we're done here, we'll head back to the house. There's not much that I'm allowed to do until after I heal up. So there is no point in my being here all day. It'll just piss me off that I cant do anything to help," I told her.
"I know that you hate having to sit on the sidelines, baby. It won't take long, and you'll be all healed up and back to helping the guys. But if you bust your stitches open, then you'll be sitting on the sidelines for even longer. And I know that will piss you off even more. Just think, though, right now with you not being able to help them, you get to spend more time with me," she told me while wiggling her eyebrows up and down.
