OKAY. SO, I admit, I'm not a good patient. I'm tired and cranky by the time we get to Aiden's place. The hamburger and fries make me feel a little better, but if I'm honest, my entire body feels like it's been run over by a truck. Which it basically has. I do my best not to whine but when Aiden places a five pound ice pack on my shoulder I cringe.

"Big baby," he accuses with a playful smile.

"Huge baby," I agree. I'm sitting on the couch with my head back against the ...