Christina
Two years later…
I awoke with a groan, then made a mad dash for the bathroom and puked… again. This had been going on for a week, and I was totally over it.
“Babe?” Jase called. He’d forced me to take a nap (which I never did), because I’d been feeling like s**t since we got up.
“In here,” I said into the toilet.
“You still sick?” he asked, hunkering down beside me.
“What gave it away?” I retorted.
“I’m callin’ Eldie.”
“Don’t bother her, honey. She’s busy. It’s just a stomach bug. It’ll be over in a few days.”
I glanced up when he didn’t respond, but he was gone. I pushed myself up and washed my face and brushed my teeth, then went looking for him. He was in the kitchen, setting saltines and a lemon-lime pop on the island. “It’ll calm your stomach.”
“Thanks, honey.” I
