Page 32 of Resurrection
Chapter Seventeen
Aly
When I come to, it’s dark out, the evening sky officially cloaking us. The weather has also taken a turn. Hard pats of rain belt the roof of the car, hiding us even more from the ravenous dead lurking just outside. I’m not sure how long I was sleeping for, but it seems like I’m not the only one who took advantage of a little cat nap. Cole’s light breaths drift above me, his head pressed against the window and his hand splayed on my hip, possessively protective even while unconscious. Hawk’s also still asleep. His entire body sprawled out, and taking up all the space in the front seat along with Sadie. Jax, however, is awake, keeping watch over all of us. He must sense that I’m no longer asleep and looks over at me, a small smile gracing his tired face.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Are they gone yet? What time is it?” I ask softly.
He groans a bit as he stretches his body, stiff from lack of movement. Honestly, I’m not sure he moved an inch while I slept. Probably didn’t want to disturb me. “It is… a little after twenty-one hundred... or nine o’clock. We seem to be at the end of the current grouping, just have a few stragglers right now.”
Nine o’clock. That means I’ve been out for over five hours. And Jax has been awake for over twenty-four. The dark circles under his eyes are prominent. I know he must be exhausted, but knowing him, he won’t sleep until we’re all safely tucked away in a building of some sort—four sturdy walls and far, far away from any of the undead. The leader ingrained within his psyche keeping him from becoming complacent.
“Thank you for watching over us.”
Jax gives me that rare smile again and I melt a little more. “Of course, baby.” He pats the four large and overstuffed backpacks in the rear of the car. “Besides, it gave me time to reconfigure our bags since we’re gonna have to ditch the wagon here soon,” he continues, the gruff sound of his voice doing all kinds of silly things to my belly.
No… Wait…That’s….
Oh... Nooo.... No. No. No. No.
“Um… I need to go….” I say it as gracefully as possible, but urgently, nevertheless.
My tummy grumbles again.
Dammit, I knew that spinach muck was going to do awful stuff to me.
“Go?”
“Um, yeah…Go.”I widen my eyes to make my point known. I’ve never had to ask, you know, how I was going tocomplete the task. There’s always been either a bathroom, or an outhouse, or an available bush at my disposal. But now? I’m stuck in a fucking car without a pot to …. Oh, I’m not going to say it. Iama lady, after all, dammit.
“Oh…OH… uh….” His eyebrows raise up to his hairline in understanding before he frantically looks around outside, trying to determine the best course of action, while I try my best not to embarrass myself. I can feel it. The pressure. The pain. The need to run far,faraway.
Oh God…
In his sleep, Cole’s hand curls around my waist. It’s too much. Too, too much. I try to push his hand away but he just holds on like a freaking boa constrictor, getting tighter and tighter around my belly until...
*Toot*
Oh. My. God…
My eyes practically bug out of my skull as the offensive noise echoes in the cabin of the car. It fucking echoes!
I’m mortified. I’ve never farted in front of the guys before. I’ve always instilled a virtue to myself thatladies do nottootaround their boyfriends. Girlfriends? Whatever. Family? Who cares. But never...neveraround a boyfriend… and I just did it around three!
“Was that…?” Hawk’s head pops up over the front seat, and only a second later, Sadie does the same, her head tilted skyward as her nostrils fan out rhythmically, sniffing my foul ruin.
And I woke them up with it! Oh my God! Jesus, take the wheel.
“Did you just…?” Hawk asks.
“Nope.”
“But I just heard…”
“Nope. Didn’t happen. I honestly don’t know what you’re even talking about.”
