“A little better,” she said snuggling up against me.
Waking up beside her was wonderful. “Are you hungry,” I asked. She groaned and mumbled a no into my chest. I chuckled. “So this is what happens after I take you out on a date,” I teased.
She looked up at me and said, “Maybe so. But look what happened because of it. You got to spend the night with me.”
“That’s right.” I went to give her a quick kiss but she pulled away from me. “What?” I asked.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth since yesterday and all I did was throw up. You aren’t kissing me.” She rolled away from me and got up.
“Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom,” she said, like it was obvious.
I brought my arm behind my head and watched her brush her teeth. She walked over to me with a smile on her face. She lay down on
top of me and kissed me. I wasn’t expecting her to fully lie down on top of me. Not that I minded, but I just didn’t expect it.
After the kiss, she rolled off of me and propped herself up on her elbows. “You definitely feel better,” I told her with a smile. I put the back of my hand on her forehead and it felt cool.
She got under the blankets and I felt her hand slip under my shirt. I raised an eyebrow and she cuddled closer to me. Her hand went further up, she was just trailing her finger in swirls and driving me insane. “Maybe, we should just lie here all day,” she said.
I kissed the top of her head, “Maybe.”
I heard footsteps coming down the hall and soon Mike appeared in the doorway wearing a suit. “Good morning,” he said and walked over to my side of the bed. “How are you feeling, honey?” He placed the backside of his hand on her forehead.
“Okay,” she answered.
“You’ve lost your fever. That’s good. If you don’t need anything, I’m going to head to work.”
“I’m fine, Daddy,” she told him in a sweet tone. Her hand was still moving under my shirt and I wanted to grab it to stop her, but if I did that then Mike would know. Hurry up and leave!
“Alright, honey. If you need anything, just call me, okay?” She nodded and a few minutes later we heard the front door close. I grabbed Emily’s hand and rolled over on her.
“Must you do that?” I asked, just inches away from her lips.
Giggling she asked a question of her own. “Does it bother you?”
I lay on my side, keeping her hand in place. With my free hand, I lifted up her shirt to expose her stomach. I trailed my fingers over her stomach barely touching the skin. “Does it bother you?” I asked with a smirk.
Her stomach fell in and she was trying not to breathe. I chuckled and leaned in to kiss her. She took the opportunity to grab my hand and intertwine our fingers. Her chest was pressed against mine and all I wanted to do was touch her all over.
I groaned and turned over on my back to get some air. Emily stared at the ceiling with her hands folded over her now covered stomach. I took a slow breath, trying to tame myself.
Looking at Emily, I saw her biting her lip. “What’s going on in that head of yours,” I asked her.
She turned her head to look at me. She thought about it for a second, but then her eyes went wide. Emily jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I threw the covers off of me and followed her. She was holding back the pieces of hair that had come loose. I went to her and held them back for her.
When Emily finished, she flushed and redid her ponytail. She brushed her teeth and made the comment that maybe she didn’t feel that much better. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I watched her watch me in the mirror while she brushed her teeth.
“Maybe a shower will make you feel better. Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll fix you some more soup?”
She spat and rinsed out her mouth before answering me. “Okay, thanks Jake.”
I kissed her neck and headed for the kitchen, hearing her turn the shower on. I fixed her soup and fifteen minutes later she returned wearing a white tank top and plain purple pj bottoms. Emily’s hair was brushed back and still wet. As she sat down at the table, I placed a bowl in front of her and began to fix myself a ham and cheese sandwich.
“I do not want to go to school tomorrow, whether I’m feeling better or not.”
“Why?” I asked.