Page 32 of Shameless With Him

“I’m fine with vomit. And when the baby comes, I’m sure they’re going to spit up a lot. I should get used to it.”

I opened one eye as Dimitri knelt next to me, and Thea waddled closer. “I’m just going to clean up the mess, and Dimitri is going to get you into bed. And then you’re going to tell us exactly what’s going on. Okay?”

She squeezed her husband’s shoulder and then waddled back to where I kept the mops.

“Thea Carr, go sit down. I will clean it up.”

I loved it when my big brother got all growly. He loved his wife more than anyone—except for maybe their golden retriever.

“What about Captain?” I asked, my head pounding.

“Our lovely dog is sleeping and fine. I texted Thea’s sister to come over and make sure that he had food, water, and see if he needed to go out. You know the entire Montgomery clan will be here if you need them, as well as all the Carrs.”

“Just need help off the floor. My head hurts.”

“Migraine?” Dimitri asked, his voice pitched low.

“Yeah, thanks for whispering.” I didn’t know if I’d be able to deal with anyone speaking too loudly just then. Or even in a normal tone of voice.

“No worries. It’s what I do. I’ve helped with this before. But, Jesus, this looks pretty bad.”

“It is.”

I tried to lever myself up, and then Dimitri cursed under his breath and slid his shoulder under my armpit. I leaned against my big brother, and we made it to the couch before Dimitri let me go.

“You know, you’re the biggest of all of us, and I don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you in your dead weight.”

“Weakling,” I said, trying to laugh, and then I groaned. I knew I shouldn’t have done that.

“I’m turning off all the lights,” Thea said as she waddled around. I wouldn’t actually ever tell her that she was waddling. Still, she looked amazingly gorgeous and hilarious with her big belly coming in like three full seconds before the rest of her entered a room.

“I’m going to put a couple of your smaller sheets on some of your lamps. I wish I had my scarves with me so it wouldn’t look too ridiculous.”

“Let her nest, and let me take care of you,” Dimitri rumbled low.

“Migraines suck,” I whispered, and Dimitri came back with a cool washcloth, wiping my brow.

“It’s only migraines?” Dimitri asked. “Not that migraines are a small thing.”

“Did a CAT scan. No tumors.”

Thea sucked in a breath, and I hated that I’d said anything in front of her. I didn’t want to stress her out during this stage of her pregnancy—not that anything was wrong with her, but I worried. “You don’t want to hurt the baby, maybe you should go to the other room,” I whispered.

“The baby is fine, you’re the one I’m worried about.”

I heard more than saw Thea lower herself into the chair by my side as Dimitri helped her.

“Do we need to call your doctor?” Dimitri asked.

I almost shook my head but then thought better of it. “I’m fine,” I whispered again. “I’m trying to figure out the answers. I don’t have them.”

“We’ll talk more in the morning.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“You’re going to tell us everything that’s going on. We’re your family. You came back here for a reason. Let us help.”

“I don’t have anything to tell.” I knew I was drifting off, but I wanted to get the words out. “Migraines, a hallucination, no brain tumor that they can see. We’re still trying to figure it out, but so far, just these really bad fucking migraines.”

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