Page 179 of Moon's Promise

“I haven’t had lunch.” Moon started fanning his face. Why was it so fucking hot in this room?

“None of us have. It’s going to be a while. Why don’t you take a break and make yourself a bowl of soup?”

The mention of food turned his stomach. “I’m not hungry.”

Larissa extended her hand to Lana. “I want to move around.”

Moon wanted to get up and help her, but he was afraid if he moved from the chair, he would vomit. His head was still swimming, and there was no way he was going to do another faceplant on the floor.

Off the bed, Larissa went to the air pump. “Priss, go to the garage. There is a tub with a yellow lid. That’s where I store the air mattress for when Mom would come and visit us. Bring that air pump; it might work on the pool.”

“Good call,” Pris replied, already heading for the door.

“Mom, could you quit glaring at Moon? I don’t think he’s feeling well.”

His misery was making the old bitch’s day. He could tell from the amusement plain on her prune face.

“He’s going to pass out.”

Moon glared at Kendra. “I’m not going to pass out. I hit my head when I fell. I think I have a concussion.” Shifting to his other ass cheek when the women all gave him penetrating stares, he lifted his hand to the back of his head. “I feel a lump.”

“You fell face forward,” Kendra informed him drily.

“Let me check.” Lana made a move toward him.

“I should go to the hospital and get an MRI. Larissa and I can go together. That way, I won’t miss the baby being born.”

“On the other hand, Shade could drive you, and we’ll call you when the baby is born,” Kendra countered.

“If I die from a concussion, it’s going to be your fault.”

Larissa came to his side to peer at his head. “Where does it hurt?”

Kendra crossed her arms over her chest. “He isn’t hurt; he’s faking it.”

Lana came to his other side. “I don’t think he’s faking it. I think he’s having Couvade syndrome.”

Growing worried at the way Larissa and Lana were looking at him, he leaned back in the chair to lay his head back. “We need to go to the hospital,” he begged.

“Don’t worry.” Lana patted his arm. “You’ll better as soon as the baby’s born.”

“I’ll be dead by then,” he groaned. “That syndrome sounds bad. What is it?”

“It’s fake sympathy pains, moron,” Kendra huffed out in exasperation.

“What’s wrong with Moon?” Priss asked when she walked back into the room.

“What isn’t?” Kendra answered mockingly.

If Priss weren’t blocking his sight, he would have given the bitch a gesture her old ass would have been able to recognize.

“Behave, Mom.” Larissa nodded toward the pump in Priss’ hands. “See if that will work on the pool.”

Priss plugged the air mattress’ air pump in, and after several adjustments, the low hum of the motor filled the room.

“It’s working!” Priss yelled.

“Yay.” Slumping back further into the chair, Moon wanted to cry.

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