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Peeta's knee still ached. He really had been overdoing it lately. He found his crutches in the back of the closet and used them to make his way down the block to the bakery.
Conrad took one look at him and nodded. "Just do the cakes, son."
"You know I can do other things, Dad." Peeta argued.
"I do. I also know that you had barely surgery three months ago. You're not supposed to be up on your feet and lifting nearly as much." Conrad pulled the stool to the decorating table. "I'm glad you got the crutches back out. When do you go to your next physical therapy session?"
Peeta sighed and propped the crutches against the wall. He tied on his apron and walked to the sink to wash his hands. "This afternoon. At three."
"Good. I'll drive you." Conrad turned to the fridge to retrieve a cake Peeta had started the day before.
"You don't need to do that, Dad." Peeta took out the piping bags and other decoration tools. "I'll Uber."
"You'll get a ride from your old man." Conrad slid the large bucket of frosting over to Peeta. "Because I love you and I want to make sure you get there and home safe." He pressed a kiss to the side of Peeta's head. "That needs to be done by noon." He walked to the front to finish setting up the cases.
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