Samantha Maddux is the niece of Greg Maddux, and she's had a life long love for the Chicago Cubs. Having an uncle who played for them was just icing on the cake. She also has a love for photography, and gets to live her dream when she get hired to b...
On August 8th, I wake up hacking. I feel Anthony reach over to try and do PT on my side. However, I push his hand away since it's his birthday, and I'm not gonna make him do more work than he already has to on his birthday. I've curled in on myself now, and Anthony becomes more persistent in his attempts to do PT.
He waits till I'm done coughing to pound on my side, "Good morning, Little Cub"
I sigh, "You shouldn't be having to do this on your birthday"
He chuckles, "I don't mind it. I really don't. If it means you can breath. Then, I'm happy to do it"
I smile, "Thank you, Tony"
He smiles at his hands as I reach up to pause his pounding, "Happy Birthday, by the way"
He leans down to kiss me, "Thank you"
I sigh in content as I let Anthony resume his pounding. We don't get very far into PT though because I begin to cough up mucus with blood mixed into it.
Anthony heads into the bathroom to take a shower; I decide to be productive, and get dressed. I put on a Under Armour long sleeve shirt, tribal pattern leggings, compression socks, and my custom made Adidas.
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