"Did you get an X-ray? What did the doctor say? Is the injury serious?" He felt it might be serious, given how swollen it was, but such matters were best left to the doctor's judgment.
Charlotte looked at Atlas Hallow. He had already taken off his suit, rolled up his sleeves, revealing muscular forearms that exuded a healthy sheen. She sat on the kitchen counter while he stood face to face with her; even when speaking, their breaths were nearly intertwined.
"I didn't get an X-ray, it's not too serious, just some medication will do." Charlotte bit her lip, pondering how to report this to him.
He must like children, right?
Yet when they first got married, he didn't want them; at that time, he would proactively take measures to prevent her from getting pregnant. But not long after, he ceased those habits. Recently, he hadn't been doing that.
