And it’s disgusting.
Revolting.
To the point where my gut begins to spasm and I’m running to the bathroom.
I barely make it to the toilet before the minty nightmare gushes out of me.
Fuck, I hate puking.
The cold chill follows.
“Is there anything I can do?” He hovers behind me.
Still naked, but at least his dick is starting to behave.
“Sawyer—” I take a sharp breath, then lose the last remaining liquid in my belly. “—I think you already did.”
He shifts from foot to foot. “I don’t get it. I’m not sick. Did you eat something I made last night?” His concern bleeds into his voice.
I drop my forehead to rest on my wrist. “Little boy, I love you so much, but this isn’t food poisoning. Go to the store and buy me a pregnancy test, please?”
“Oh.” Then he stumbles backwards. “Oh.”
I catch a glimpse of him tugging on his jeans.
Then his t-shirt goes on inside out with the tag waving under his chin.
As he rushes down the stairs, I hear him yell something about how much he loves me before the entire building shudders from him slamming the door.
I’d laugh harder if I didn’t feel like crap.
No more mint for me.
By the time he gets back, I’m curled up in bed. Weak, but no longer vomiting.
“I got like four different brands.” He drops a grocery bag at the foot of the mattress. “And I found some of these ginger things—” Grabbing a box out, he flips it into the air to land next to him. “—and I got some prenatal vitamins? It said on the display they were important. I mean, just in case.”
“Come here.” I hold out my arms. I just needhim.
His coat falls where he stands before he climbs in next to me.
“Sawyer, relax.” I kiss his temple gently. “It might just actually be the flu. But if it is something more, I need you to not freak out on me.”
He takes a long, deep breath, then releases it to melt against me. “I’m excited. And terrified.”
“Me too. And that’s what’s going to make you an amazing daddy.” I run my fingers through his dark hair.
I can’t believe how much has changed in the last few months.
It’s been a whirlwind, but the best ride of my life.
“I guess it’s a good thing the house gets started next week?” he mumbles against me. “It might be done in time.” He raises his head. “How far along do you think you’d be?”
“Um.” I count backwards. “Maybe six weeks? We were in the shower for half our honeymoon.”
His grin spreads wide. “Oh yea. That was fun.” Then he blinks those killer blue eyes at me. “I bet it was the pizza cutter night.”
I laugh so hard my stomach protests. “Wouldn’t that be crazy?”
