Page 10 of Sweetie Pie
“And now it’s barely been three weeks and you’re already here in the middle of the night basically. Wanting to browbeat me into being together with you, I guess.”
“I’m not trying to bully you into any damn thing. I want to be with you, Mags. I think, with how things went when we were in Carverville that you want the same things. I want you to give us a chance.”
I point a slim, shaky finger at him. “You’re trying to push me into something that I have no intention of doing. I’m not on board with that.”
My stomach heaves again and sweat breaks out on my forehead. My mouth waters and my whole head goes numb.
“Oh fuck!” I tear away from him and down the hall, my hand on my mouth. Skidding, I slide into home base right beside the toilet. Sadly, I’m getting damn good at that.
My belly heaves and then my body twists and the retching starts. I can’t seem to stop and tears pour down my cheeks as my whole body rebels at whatever the hell is going on with me.
A cool cloth runs over my face and arms and a harsh, yet soft voice whispers words that I don’t understand through the buzzing in my head.
He picks me up off the floor and carries me into the bedroom like a prince carries his princess. Carefully, he sets me down on the bed and then steps back and covers my body gently.
“You rest. I’m not going anywhere.” His big paw comes up and gently pushes my soaking-wet hair out of my face. “You’re fine, sweetheart. You don’t even have a fever. You must have eaten something funky.”
I want to tell him that I don’t think so. It seems like everything I eat right now seems to do this to me.
But I close my eyes and let his soft, soothing words and the comfort of having someone look after me help me slip into a dark and dreamless sleep.
Colt
She’s so still. And pale. I’ve never seen Maggie as anything but full of energy and sass.
This version of her is scaring the living hell out of me.
Picking up my phone I call the last person I ever thought I’d call for help.
My mothers’s soft voice picks up swiftly. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’ve asked you not to call me that, mom. I’m a grown man.”
“Not too big to get an ass-chewing. Now tell me what is the problem.”
“I’ve got a….friend, and she’s sick or something. She’s passed out now but she was throwing up so bad that there’s probably nothing left on her stomach.”
“How is she passed out? Does she have a fever?”
I run my fingers over her soft forehead. Sweat cools on her skin but she’s not warm.
“I don’t think so.”
“Then I don’t know. What kind of friend is she, Colt?”
I don’t really want to answer that question. Mom’s not a bad person but she tends to be a little pushy. If she realizes that I’min love with Maggie she’ll tell her and push her to marry me. She has no idea what boundaries are.
“I don’t think that matters, mother. The woman’s obviously sick. She didn’t seem surprised to have to run so obviously she’s been sick for awhile. Do you think I should take her to the hospital?”
“Is she pregnant, Colt? Is it yours?”
My brain freezes and I’m desperately counting in my head. She could be, couldn’t she? It would be way too soon to tell though, right?
“No. I’m sure that’s not it.”
“Colt. Don’t be an idiot. Just think about it. If she’s pregnant and she’s this sick, she needs to get some care. She might need medication.”
My whole body feels like it’s made of ice. What if there’s something seriously wrong with Maggie?”
