E is for Everett (Men of Alphabet Mountain) - Page 61

But as soon as the box came close and he set them on the coffee table, the smell hit my stomach like a bowling ball. I grabbed at it with one hand and shot the other out to his shoulder, using it to steady myself.

“Oh no,” I said.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you sick? Do you need me to help you to the bathroom?”

I nodded almost imperceptibly, but he could tell. One hand went under my elbow and the other to my back as I gingerly stood up. Then a few slow steps were followed by a dozen or so very hurried ones, and the next thing I knew, I was puking everything that I had in my stomach into the commode he was holding the lid of. His other hand was still on my back though, rubbing in circles and generally trying to soothe me.

It was the least romantic thing I had ever experienced. Yet, at the same time, it was the most I had ever felt for another person in my life. The fact that he was willing to stand there and rub my back while I emptied my stomach in front of him in the least ladylike way imaginable just made me surer that he was who I thought he was.

As far as episodes of vomiting went, it wasn’t all that awful. Entirely because of him.

“Did you bring any clothes with you?” he asked.

That could have been super presumptive, but I understood where he was coming from. I had just emptied the contents of my stomach. Sex wasn’t on his mind. He wanted to know if I had something comfortable to put on.

“No,” I said, gingerly standing enough that I could sit back on the edge of the tub.

“Well, it just so happens that I have a bunch that you can wear,” he said. “I’ll be right back with them and some water, okay?”

I nodded pathetically and he went into the bedroom. I heard him opening drawers and then going into the kitchen before returning. In one hand, he had a pair of sweatpants and a light T-shirt and, in the other, a sports bottle with ice water. I smiled and took them gratefully.

“Thank you,” I said.

“No problem,” he said. “I’ll step out and you change. Then I can tuck you into the bed and we can watch dumb TV until you feel better.”

“For the next eight months?” I asked.

“If that’s what it takes,” he said with a grin.

He turned to walk out, and I reached out to touch him on the shoulder.

“You don’t have to go,” I said. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before. It’s kind of how we got here.”

“True,” he said, laughing. “But I’m going to prep the bed and get everything ready. Change in peace without me staring at your boobs.”

He winked and shut the door behind him, and I felt a wave of warmth run through my body. He was so sweet. So caring. And he had every right to be upset with me instead.

I changed into the clothes he brought me and noticed that the sweatpants fit. It was because they were mine. I must have left them there before I got sick. Then he washed them and put them away, waiting on me to return. At the moment, I was happy he was in another room, so he didn’t see me almost cry over sweatpants.

The T-shirt was his, and it swallowed me. I loved that feeling. Being in his clothes was like him hugging me the entire time. I opened the door, and across from me in the bedroom, he was folding the blanket down and fluffing the pillow on the side that I usually slept on.

“For the record,” I said as I walked in the room, “I like when you stare at my boobs.”

“Good,” he said, looking over his shoulder at me. “Because I am going to keep doing it.”

“Good,” I said and sat on the bed. I looked around for a moment, disappointed. “You didn’t bring your donuts in?”

“I thought the smell made you sick?” he asked.

“It did,” I admitted. “But they wouldn’t now.”

“Oh,” he said. “Do you… want me to go get them?”

“Yes, please,” I said, and he laughed.

“Alright then,” he said.

When he returned, he placed the donuts on the bed and lay down beside me. I curled up into him and he wrapped his arms gently over me. In just a moment, everything seemed okay again. All the worry and sadness and confusion I felt over the last couple of days was gone. Whatever this journey was going to throw at me, I felt like I could handle it. So long as Everett was right there. And I knew he would be.

“Those were stupidly good,” he said as he closed the box. I had finished off the last of them just moments before but gave him the last bite.

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