22
XANDER
We take a quick shower, Tera pinning up her long locks so as to not get them wet. I tried to bang her again in the shower, but she wasn’t having any of it.
Something’s different about her. It’s not just that she’s happier…
I watch her, look at my wife,reallylook at her. She’s curvier. Sexier. Prettier.
She’s trying to hook her bra and getting frustrated when it doesn’t latch right away.
“Here, let me,” I offer. When it’s closed, I reach around and cup her breasts. She’s always had an incredible rack, but… wait.
“I’m not feeling so well,” she tells me, her face pale, beads of sweat on her brow.
“Do you want some ginger ale or something? Mrs. M swears by that,” I offer.
She shakes her head, her eyes widen, and she books it to the bathroom. She barely makes it to the toilet before she starts throwing up. I’m not gonna lie. Before the K-Quads, I probably would’ve puked right along with her. But having four puking and shitting machines around, well, it toughens a person up.
But seeing her retch like this, dry heaving.
I wet a cloth and wipe her forehead.
“Are you okay? Do you need to rest? Was it from flying, do you think?” I keep firing off questions. It can’t be food. She’s got nothing in her stomach. Maybe that’s the problem.
She shakes her head and gasps for breath.
“Maybe you need to eat something.”
When she’s done, tears run down her cheeks, her face is now red, and she looks exhausted.
“Come here, woman. Let’s rinse your mouth.”
I hand her a cup of water, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash.
“There’s some medication in the cabinet from when I had food poisoning. Do you want some of that? There’s some of that pink chalky shit in there too,” I offer.
“No, no. This is good. I just need to get this taste out of my mouth.”
I nod.
“Then I want to talk to you about something.”
“If it’s about the family, it’ll be okay. They’re upset now, yeah, but once we explain everything it’ll be okay. And we don’t have to go into too much detail if you’re not comfortable with that. I mean, they’re strangers to you at this point—”
“Not really,” she says, cutting me off. “You’ve told me so much over the years, I feel as if I know them already. But, I am a stranger to them. I’ll be okay with details. Will they, do you think?” she asks.
I shrug. “I don’t see why not. I guess we’ll just warn them, you know?”
She nods. “Especially Lucy seeing as she’s gone through something like that too.”
“Yeah, she has. She’s kept a lot of that between her and Jesse. I only know parts. I respected that because I know from everything you’ve been through that talking about it to other people can’t be easy.”
“It’s not. It’s really not.” She rinses her mouth.
We finish getting dressed, and we sit on the sofa in the sitting room.
“What did you want to talk about?” I ask.
