Page 150 of From Best Friend to Bride
“Deli…”
“Please. It’s weird sleeping alone,” she whispered. “I don’t like it.”
I drew in a deep breath and sighed it out. “All right, I’ll sleep with you. Just let me get what you need, okay?”
“Promise you won’t leave?”
“Promise.”
“Okay.” She reluctantly let go of my hand, but her eyes never left me as I headed out of the bedroom.
Shit.
It was like she knew I couldn’t resist it when she acted like that.
I went downstairs and filled a bottle with ice and water, then rifled through the drawer for some painkillers. Ibuprofen was the first one I laid a finger on, so that was the one I took with me.
I carried them upstairs for her and walked back into the bedroom. Deli was hanging over the side of the bed, her hair flipped and pooling on the floor, and I frowned.
“What on Earth are you doing?”
“Shh. There’s a mouse.”
There most certainly was not a mouse in our bedroom. “You’re drunk, Delilah.”
“No, no, I can see it. Is just there.” She shoved an arm under the bed to presumably point at something I couldn’t see.
I sighed, set the things I’d brought on the bedside table, and dropped to the floor. I lay on my stomach and peered under the bed to find the so-called mouse, and Deli turned her face to the side and grinned at me.
“Hi.”
I tapped her on the nose. “Where’s this mouse?”
“Right there.” She pointed at a small, dark shape back against the wall.
“That’s no mouse.” I sighed and helped her back up. “I’ll get it.”
“What is it?”
I got back down and slid under the bed, reaching as far as I could. With the offending item safely in my hand, I scooted back,making sure my head was clear of the bedframe before sitting up.
Deli stared at the item I’d just produced, then burst into a round of giggles. “It’s a slipper!”
“It’s your slipper,” I corrected her. “Yourmouseslipper.”
“I told you it was a mouse!”
I intended on arguing with her, but technically, she was correct. “Okay, you’re right. It was a mouse.”
With a laugh of my own, I put her slipper over by the door with the other one and made my way back over to the bed.
“Take these.” I held out the pill strip.
She looked at it. “What’s that? Is it contraception? Are you finally going to ravage me, Frederick?”
Drunk Delilah was exhausting.
“It’s ibuprofen,” I said flatly. “Why would I give you contraception? You’re already using it.”
