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Which only meant that Tracy laughed harder.
Seamus looked like he might just lose his mind, but Tracy saved the day again.
"Please tell me what's in that bag." She reached into the refrigerator and popped up again with a bottle of ginger ale. "I'm starving."
Seamus smiled and Weston counted his lucky stars for the distraction.
"I stopped off at the Original Donut Shop and picked up a bunch of their breakfast tacos."
"Tacos?" Tracy walked over the table and stopped between Weston and the Chief. "Now you're speaking my language."
The mood was instantly better as his Chief dug out foiled wrapped taco after foil wrapped taco, naming each one.
"Carne Giusada. Papas Rancheras. Potato, egg, and bacon. Bean, cheese, and bacon." Then he got to the one that had Tracy lighting up like a beacon. "Chorizo and egg- Hey!"
She snatched the foil-wrapped taco from Seamus' hands, but the older man didn't look upset at all. She cradled it against her cheek. "Chorizo..."
"Looks like we have a winner," Seamus grinned and reached back into the bag. "I got two because it's my favorite."
Tracy was already peeling back the foil. "I love chorizo!"
As soon as she'd opened it enough for the steam to curl out of the packet, she leaned in, and all hell broke loose.
The packet fell from her hand and dropped to the tabletop and Tracy left the room with Weston on her heels.
Seamus took off after them, swearing up a storm about his 'fucking hot coffee.'
Weston found Tracy leaning over the sink, dry heaving.
He snatched up a towel from the rack and used the other sink beside her to wet the towel with cool water. "Babe, you okay?"
She shook her head as her dry heaves calmed.
Weston put the cool towel against the back of her neck. "Should I call a doctor?"
Weston waited for an answer.
"I think it's just all the nerves and crazy stuff from the last few days. I might... I might be coming down with something."
Weston leaned to the side to look at her face and she was pale, shaking a little. "Yeah, I think we might have to put you back in bed."
Seamus coughed and Weston turned to look at the other man who was leaning against the wall, his hand under the cool water still spilling into the sink.
"You okay, Chief?"
Seamus shook his head and stopped a moment later, looking him straight in the eye with a gleam in his gaze that looked almost murderous.
"Weston Cooper?"
Weston frowned at the tone of voice the other man was using.
It wasn't a tone he heard often. Hardly at all.
It didn't make a lot of sense.
Then Seamus spoke again. "Did you knock up my daughter?"
Weston turned and looked at Tracy who was now staring at him in equal parts confusion and shock.
