*Cora’s POV*
I squeal in surprise as Adrian scoops me up in his arms as we leave our room to go downstairs for lunch.
“I can walk you know,” I say to him, arching my brow in frustration, I am not completely breakable, although he is treating me like I am. He insisted in washing my hair for me earlier, drying me off when we got out of the bath, drying my hair with the dryer, choosing my clothes and then dressing me in them... come to think of it, the most he’s allowed me to do was to ride him in the bath, and even then he guided my movements. It seems like I am going to be metaphorically wrapped in bubble wrap for the next few months.
“I know, but you don’t have to,” he smiles mischievously at me at which I only roll my eyes. This beautiful man of mine is really taking the Doctor’s o
