Page 27 of You Had Me At No
I roll my eyes and flip the covers off him. “Liam, you’re going to be late! Get up!”
He rolls over, unaffected.
I flip on the light and he throws a pillow over his head. I tug it off and then hit him in the head with it.
He pops his head up. “Hey! What was that for?” he says groggily.
“I’ve been trying to wake you up for the last ten minutes. You sleep like the dead! You need to get up. You’re late for work.” I run my hand over my temples, trying to help my headache.Shit. I got so caught up on not taking my birth control I forgot to take the Tylenol. I roll over and open the bottle, then pop two in my mouth.
Liam sits up and stretches, looking over at me. “How are you feeling? Any better?”
I gulp down the water, washing down the medicine. “I’m feeling better. I still have some nausea, but the worst part is this splitting headache.”
“Do you need anything? I can run down and grab a muffin for you.”
“No, I’m okay. I’ll get something myself in a bit. I already messaged Millie last night. She’s going to open for me again today. Hopefully, I’ll be back to normal tomorrow. I’ll try to rest more today.” I give him a soft smile even though I’m freaking out on the inside still.
He leans over and kisses my forehead. “Okay. If you need anything, I’m only a phone call or a text away.”
“Thank you, Liam.” I sigh.
“Anything for my girl.” He grins.
“Go to work, Casanova.”
We both laugh as he closes the door behind him.
As soon as it shuts, I fly out of bed and hurry to gather my stuff for a much-needed shower. I turn the water as hot as I can get it. I take my time to wash my hair, face, and body. As I’m finishing up, I get a massive wave of nausea again. I quickly wrap my towel around me and rush over to the toilet, then empty my guts again.Dammit. I’m so tired of puking.
Once I got myself together, I headed fifteen minutes out of town so I didn’t run into anyone I knew at the drugstore.
Now, I’m back at home, sitting on the side of the tub, waiting.
I can’t really be pregnant,can I? I’m usually always super careful and take my birth control religiously at the same time every day. So, I don’t understand how this could have happened. I mean, it does say 99 percent accurate on the label. What are the odds I would be in that 1 percent? If I really am, how is Liam going to act?Oh God. What if I end up doing this all alone? I don’t even have my own place. I live in my parents’ bed-and-breakfast. I have a business to run.
My timer goes off, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I take a deep breath, stand up, and walk to the counter. I look in the mirror, trying to talk myself into looking down at the little white stick.
I glance down. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Liam
The last two days, Quinn has been super snippy and look, I know she doesn’t feel good. I understand that, really, I do. I also understand that she’s dying to go back to work. But fuck, all I’m trying to do is help. I’m not sure what stomach flu this is, but it’s hitting hard. I’ve been taking vitamin C because I’ll be damned if I get this too. I want nothing else but to wrap her up in a littlecocoon and make all her pain and sickness go away, but sadly, it’s not like that.
I know she’s going back to work today, so the plan is to go in and sit for a while. I want to make sure she’s okay since it’s her first day back. Plus, I want to make sure I haven’t done anything to fuck this up. The last time someone wasthisshort with me, I got dumped soon after. Although we’re nottogether together,I’d still like to be in her good graces.
I look in the mirror and fix the stray hair that’s sticking up. She’s sucked my cock, but I still gotta look good for my girl.
I head down the stairs and jump into the car. It’s mid-summer, so I know that by the time I leave her shop, there’s no way I’m going to want to run.
I turn the music up to feel-it-in-my-soul level and let the bass strum its way into my veins. If I can’t feel it as I walk away, then I don’t want it. I put the car into drive and make my way to her. I go the longer route so I can get an extra couple of songs in. Music and working out tend to be my therapy. There’s something that rattling music solves that nothing else can touch, and I love every second of it.
I park in front and jump out, then make my way to the door. I grab the handle and yank it open before announcing myself.
“Oh, Sugar Plum, I’m hereeee,” I sing.
She looks up at me and then back down at whatever she’s working on. The smile falls from my face, and my heart plummets out of my ass. I must’ve really fucked up. That always gets her to smile.
She turns and walks away, into the back room. There’s no way I’m going down without a fight, though. I place a hand on the counter and jump over it, landing with a thud on the other side. I stalk after her, determined to have my say. I’ve never been back here. I’m hoping there aren’t too many doors for her to hide behind.
