It wasn't the first time Caden had run out of the house to get groceries, but he still never really knew what he was supposed to get. Estella had written him a list, but he didn't know where anything was, and it had taken him longer than it probably should have to find everything, pay for it, and take it all back to the house.
He had the bags balanced in his arms as he apparated into their kitchen, calling out to Estella to let her know that he was home before he worked on unpacking everything. Again, she was normally the one who took care of it, so he had some trouble remembering where shit went, but eventually got everything back into the cabinets or the fridge before he made his way into the living room, where his immobile wife was lying. He had to let out a smirk at the way she covered her face with the pillow - always so dramatic. He lowered himself down in front of the couch, pushing the pillow from her face.
"How you holding up?"
He asked, wondering if she was going stir crazy yet. Usually the tables were turned, with him being the one who had to sit around and heal while bones set. It was a miserable feeling that he knew all too well, and his hand reached out to push her hair out of her face.
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