The next few weeks were rough between the doctor visits, throat therapy, and Cedric being a little too much. He was always in my face when we went somewhere, reminding me to chew my food when we went to eat dinner at his parents' house. “Chew more babe,”“Avery that bites too big,” he would scold.“I told you, babe, you need to chew more,” he fussed while patting me on my back when a piece of fried shrimp got stuck in my throat.“I'd be more careful if you would stop Cedric,” I complained, feeling embarrassed that he was treating me like a toddler in front of his parents.“Bro, ease up,” Anna would try to defend me as she herself seen how her brother was acting, but he would just over talk her every time.“Don't tell me how to take care of my girl, Anna,” he would growl and storm from the table.At first, I thought it was sweet. I know he loves me, but he was treating me like a small child instead of someone who was his equal partner.We went out to the Sleepy Sheep a few times over
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