As she started to move, she dived off the bed and ran across the room.Giovanni followed her into the bathroom and was there in time to pull her hair out of the way, as she began to throw up everything she had eaten.She cried out, and he rubbed her back.
“It’s okay,” he said.“I’ve got you.”
“That’s horrible.Why do you have that stuff?”she moaned.
“Because I am used to the taste, and I enjoy it.”
Mia moaned.“My head.”
“Finish throwing up, and then I will grab you some pain pills.”
“Why are you being nice to me?”Mia asked.
“You’re my wife.”
“But you’ve not been home.You have tried to be as far away from me as possible.”
Giovanni didn’t bother to respond as he rubbed her back and helped her get over the current wave of sickness spreading through her.
She kept whimpering.Soon, she was able to stop throwing up.Giovanni helped her to the sink, where he set her up with a toothbrush.
She looked a mess.Her hair was all over the place, and she had put on a little makeup, which had smudged under her eyes.
“I’m going to run you a bath,” Giovanni said.
She didn’t complain as he filled the tub, adding in some lavender salts.Once that was done, he helped her out of the nightshirt he had struggled to get onto her.
“Thank you,” she said, as he helped her into the bath.He didn’t like the thought of leaving her, but he had to go to the kitchen to grab the breakfast he had ordered.
On the way down to the kitchen, he encountered Lorenzo on his way back to Clarissa’s room.
“How bad?”Giovanni asked.
“Not too bad.She threw up.Thank you for letting us stay here last night,” Lorenzo said.
“It’s fine.I wasn’t going to let you drive home.There was no way Clarissa would have made it without throwing up in your car.”
Lorenzo nodded.
“You okay, man?”Giovanni asked.
“Yeah, I’m good.Just, you know, bad shit has been said, and trying to figure out how to make it right.”Lorenzo shook his head.“No one ever prepares you for dealing with what you say, or the fact you’re going to have to ...I don’t know, make up for shit like that.”
That was the other problem with spying on their wives—they learn a lot of bad shit that doesn’t make them feel good.At least, it didn’t help make him feel good.It actually did the opposite of making him feel good.
Making his way into the kitchen, he grabbed the already made-up tray.He had arranged for dry toast, some fresh orange juice, and strong coffee to be made for his wife.There was no way she was going to be able to eat a full breakfast.
He arrived back to the bathroom, carrying Mia’s breakfast.He took the two pain pills out of the small bowl and handed them to her.
“What are they?”she asked.
“They will help with that killer headache you’re dealing with right now.”
Mia groaned, and he watched as she put both pills in her mouth, took the glass of fresh orange juice, and drank it down.
“Thank you,” she said.
“How are you feeling?”
