He can’t fucking let it go.
“I’m not saying eating fifty pounds of meat a day isn’t great, but I haven’t shit in three days!”
Movement catches my attention, and I see Prince exiting the bus.
“And I have no freaking clue what you want me to do about that,” Toxic snaps back. “Do you want me to shove something up there?”
I gasp. “No!”
Vanessa exits the bus, and I pray she didn’t hear that. So far, I’ve been able to keep my pregnancy a secret, but I’m not sure how long it will stay that way.
Vanessa rolls her eyes when she sees us bickering.
The urge to defend myself rises in my chest, but as I think through my comeback, it suddenly occurs to me what a giant bitch I’ve been.
Toxic has been nothing but doting toward me, and I have no reason to be aggressive.
“Look, I’m sorry. You’ve been great.”
“I can only help if I know what the problem is,” he says. “So if you want me to Mario that shit out, I’m game, but I need to know.”
“Tox—that’s disgusting! And stop referring to yourself as a plumber.”
“Ew! Can you take your weird sex games somewhere else?” Vanessa huffs.
“Care to let us borrow your cubby?” I wink.
A mortified expression overwhelms Vanessa’s features. “Don’t you dare!” Her phone pings, and she curses under her breath. “I’m headed to the store for fungal cream. Do you need anything?”
“I’m good,” I say, forcing a smile to my face.
Armando comes over and fills two baskets with food and settles into a chair. Typically, the Hunks are all over chow time, but most are still at the gym.
A moment later, Carl comes out, mumbling in frustration, but just as he approaches the barbecue, he bends over and vomits.
Which is confusing.
It’s not the first time he’s been sick lately, and people have noticed.
“You okay?” Toxic asks.
“I’m fine,” Carl snarls.
“You’ve been getting sick a lot lately,” Toxic adds.
“I said I’m fine!”
“You know what that is, don’t you?” Armando says, smirking. I can tell by the look in his eye that Carl won’t like what he has to say.
Carl cocks his head to the side. “What?”
Armando leans forward and looks around to see if anyone is listening. “You’re having a sympathetic pregnancy.”
The area is dead silent for a moment as Toxic, Carl, and myself process what he’s just said.
He’s right. He’s fucking right. It sounds crazy, but some men are sensitive to the hormones women give off during pregnancy.
I’m the one making Carl sick.
