Hours later, they woke up on the couch. They both quickly realized they had made a mistake not going back to bed. “How bad are you hurting from sleeping on this couch?” Wren asked her, not trying to get up. “Bad,” Lindsay answered. Her ribs were hurting and making it difficult to breathe. “I think we are getting too old for this.” “Speak for yourself, old man. I am still young. I have just been beaten up too many times.” “Do you think Dillon would come and help us up off this thing?” Wren asked, moving a little and grimacing. Lindsay laughed, “No. I think he would point, laugh, record it, and call Max to come and do the same thing.” “Hmm, you might be right about that one.” “Give me a minute, and I will start working on getting up,” Lindsay said. It took several minutes for Lindsay to slowly change positions and get up. When she was up, Wren could get up without any difficulty. Lindsay cooked breakfast while Wren showered first. When he was finished, he came out, and they a
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