muffin.”
I laugh loudly. “Oh god, you are killing me!” I love him. He’s been here a week and is fast becoming one of my best friends.
“I think your doctor is coming by this evening to check on you. That’s what Vinny told me.”
I smile, because even though it gets on my nerves, I love that they’re so thoughtful and they love me. Love makes people crazy, and with them, it’s driving them crazy with worry.
Tonight I’m going to make it my mission to get them to fuck me. Seeing them every day and not touching them is beyond torture.
I hand Andy a sandwich and turn on the TV. He pulls a blanket from the foot of the bed and covers up.
I want to go see the girls. I want to check on them and see how everyone is doing. Lynn and Etta spend their days with them, so I haven’t seen much of them this past week either.
I lean back into the pillows and pull the blanket up under my neck, and my stomach turns. I throw the blanket back, running to the bathroom.
I hear Andy jump out of bed, running after me. I fall to my knees and puke over and over. “Lani, you in here?” Vinny asks, and I look out of the bathroom door.
“What’s wrong, you okay?” Vinny runs to the bathroom and takes the washcloth from Andy, putting it on the back of my neck.
“It’s probably morning sickness.” Andy points out.
Vinny, helps me up off of the floor and sets me on top of the counter. “But it’s evening!”
I smile and grab my toothbrush. “That happens. I think some women get sick at all times of the day.”
Trey walks into the bathroom and takes in the scene. “You okay, baby?” Trey takes my toothbrush from me, then brushes my teeth for me.
Vinny rubs my back, and both of them stare at me so intently, like they expect me to break any minute. “Oh yeah, the doctor will be here later. We can ask her to be sure.”
I spit into the sink. Trey picks me up and carries me back to bed. “Hey, Andy, can you bring her some Gatorade or something?” Vinny yells.
“Be right up!”
Trey pulls me into his side and hugs me. “I don’t like seeing you sick.” He kisses my forehead and I shiver, chilled.
“Vinny, she’s cold. Hand me the blanket, would you?” Trey asks Vinny. He climbs up on the other side of me and wraps me up like I’m in a cocoon.
“Call her and tell her to come on over. I want to make sure it’s really just morning sickness.” Trey rubs my back soothingly, and I close my eyes, before I get the urge to throw up again.
“Puke.” I cover my mouth and Trey scoots me up, carrying me into the bathroom. He sits down on the ground, with me in his lap.
I puke whatever I have left in my stomach.
“God, I hate puking!” I say, gasping for breath. I rest my head on the toilet seat, not even caring how gross it actually is.
“Do you think you’re okay now?” Vinny asks and tries to hand me some mouthwash. I push his hand away and puke again.
“This is not fucking okay! The doctor needs to get her ass here or I’m taking her to the emergency room,” Trey growls, and I can hear that he’s scared.
“I’m okay. It could be a stomach flu,” I tell him shakily. Every time I get sick I always get super shaky because my blood sugar is always on the low side, and vomiting just makes that ten times worse.
“I need to check my blood sugar. Sometimes it gets low.” I take the mouthwash from Vinny and swish it around my mouth.
So much for getting them to fuck me tonight. I’m sure fucking me is the furthest thing from their mind after seeing me getting sick.
Andy walks into the bathroom. “Darlin’, are you okay? Did she get sick again?” he asks, and Vinny nods, taking the Gatorade from him.
Trey stands up with me in his arms and carries me back to bed. “Andy, grab us a trashcan or something, can you?”
I lie down in bed, holding still and trying to ease the queasiness. Andy passes Vinny a trashcan, and I close my eyes, begging for it to go away.
I may be a big baby right now, but I just don't care, plus my shoulder hurts from the gunshot wound.
“Do you think you can drink this?” Vinny