Jordan went back and forth, fetching items for Sara as she applied her makeup and touched up her nails. He could feel the ache in his muscles as he lifted the nail polish bottle. It was infuriating that such a small bottle was now a struggle for him. Jordan made his way back towards her, Sara. He was only moving a few feet, perhaps two, but to him, however, it seemed like he was walking miles.
Jordan was huffing and puffing as he started to set the bottle down. Sara grasped the top of the bottle and pulled it from with ease. He watched her lift the bottle higher and higher as she unscrewed the lid and applied it to her nails.
“We are just about done. I’m going to need you to grab me a small brush from my makeup bag. You are doing so well, and my whitto man has been a big help.” Sara said in her baby voice as she smiled down at Jordan briefly while giving his head a light pat.
What bothered Jordan most about the whole thing was not only the baby voice, but he hated how when she acknowledged he was doing a good job and gave him a head pat, he felt better about himself. He likened it to when he was at work, and his boss told him he did a good job. He didn’t want that feeling of pride being associated with Sara’s praise.
Looking over at the makeup bag Jordan sighed briefly before walking over to the massive purple bag. He couldn’t see exactly what Sara was asking for, so Jordan placed his foot on the zipper’s base and grasped at the teeth to pull himself up. As he surveyed the bag, he could see a plethora of cosmetic items before finally spotting the brush. He was debating just how he was going to get to it when Jordan lost his balance and fell into the makeup bag.
He groaned in pain as bottles and random items clanked around him. A rag hung over the edge near him, partially draping over him. The air inside the bag was tainted by various cosmetics creating an odd smell. A darkness he wasn’t fully prepared for fell over him as he remained on the floor of the makeup bag.
“What happened? Do you need help?” Sara asked in a concerned tone as she could hear Jordan groan in the bag and rustle around several of the items. She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the whole thing. However, she thought better of it as she did not want to hurt his pride.
“I’m fine,” Jordan grumbled, more embarrassed than hurt he thought to himself as he tried to pick himself up only to find more items tumble onto him.
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