The violent, dry retches that my body is making has me feeling like absolute shit. I wrap my arms around the toilet, resting my head on the seat as I give in to my pity party.
Fucking Zoey and her goddamn shitty cooking.
A wet washcloth is dragged across the back of my neck, and my back straightens just a bit, realizing that Bull must have come in some time during my performance.
Groaning, I lean back against the wall as I pull the wet washcloth off the back of my neck and drag it over my face. “Knocking would have been nice of you,” I say with a dismal smile, totally mortified that he's seeing me in a less than a flattering state. This is the sixth time over the last five days and it’s something I’m really struggling to get used to.
“Angel, I think you need to go see a doctor. This has got to be more than just Zoey’s cooking.”
“Trust me, this is not my first rodeo with Zoey and her chicken enchiladas.” That thought alone is enough to have my stomach churning. “The last time she decided to cook, we were all down for a week,” I say as I throw my head back over the toilet seat and start heaving again.
Bull crouches down behind me and rubs his hand over my back. “I know, but everyone else was only sick for one day, baby. You’re now going on five days straight; I’m starting to get worried it’s something else.”
I shake my head, trying not to look down into the toilet. “What else could it be?”
“I don’t know,” he chuckles. “Knowing my luck, you’re probably pregnant.”
I roll my eyes, turning to look back at the man who hasn’t moved from my side in days. “You’re telling me that you can only handle one baby momma at a time?”
Groaning, Bull reaches around me and picks me up off the floor before carrying me back to the bed. “Don’t remind me,” he murmurs, pulling the blankets right up to my neck and tucking me in like a human burrito.
I start kicking the blankets loose as I can already feel myself heating up. Bull holds out a bottle of water, and I reach out to take it. As I bring the refreshing water to my lips, Bull leans down and gives me a quick kiss on the side of the head. “I would give anything to be having this baby with you instead of Jessa.”
“I know, and I love you, but you don’t need to worry. We’ve been safe.”
The moment those words leave my lips, I hear the blaring sound of Bull’s pager going off in the other room. “Shit,” he mutters as he leans back down, kissing my lips before heading out the door without a second look.
“Make sure you go see a doctor,” he yells moments before the front door slams.
Rolling my eyes, I turn to my side and snuggle down into my blankets. I find a nice and cozy position, close my eyes, and dream of a little baby with the biggest blue eyes.
I wake up to the sounds of laughter and little feet running down the hallway. I know it won’t be long until I’m invaded by little people, and I try to gauge how I’m feeling. My stomach seems settled for now, so it’s definitely not as bad as this morning, but I’m not out of the woods just yet. Hopefully, the worst is over.
Looking over my shoulder, I try to remember where I last put my phone. I spot it sitting next to the bed and reach over before hitting the button to light up the screen.
9:45 am. Holy shit.
My eyes bug out of my head. I don’t ever remember a time where I’ve slept in so late, and that thought alone fills me with dread. I can only imagine what I’m going to wake up to. The house probably looks like a bomb has gone off, especially judging by the sounds of cheeky laughter coming from the kitchen.
Realizing I’m so far behind in my day, I give myself a little pep talk before walking to the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth and get myself presentable for the day. After sending up a little prayer to the big man upstairs that my house is still in one piece, I make my way out, hoping that it’s not as bad as I think it’s going to be.
With my arms full of barbies, handbags, and stuff I have collected along the way to the coffee machine, I toss it all in the general direction of the girls’ toy box, knowing that I can deal with later. There are much more important things right now, like getting that first sip of scalding coffee to hit my tongue and making all my problems disappear.