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I wave my hand in dismissal. "We never promised each other anything. It is what it is and I'm not going to beg him to listen to me. He's made his decision and it's up to him to make the first move if he wants to change his mind."

"Bullshit," she fires back. "You and I both know if he came back to you now, you'd be jumping all over his dick."

I laugh. She's so eloquent. "Whatever. Now, we've got to get ready and get out there." I rise to my feet and reach for the hairbrush, but I stumble as I reach for it.

"Woah," she says, rushing toward me. "Are you still not eating or drinking properly?"

I sigh. "Nope," I say as I take a seat again. "I just haven't been able to keep anything down. Whenever I think I'm feeling a little better, it hits me like a ton of bricks and I'm on my knees throwing everything up."

She rubs circles on my back. "It's going to be okay," she promises me. "You've got a few more dances and then you're off for two days. Maybe call the doctor and see if there's anything they can give you."

I lean my head backwards. "Sounds like a plan," I say. "I'm sick of being told that it's normal and a good sign for the baby. Well I say screw that as it's not good for me."

She laughs. "That's true, it's not good for you. You're pale?—"

I glare at her. "I'm always pale."

"Well, paler than usual. You're barely able to stay on your feet. You need to figure something out, girl. Otherwise you're going to end up in the hospital."

"I promise I'll call the doctors in the morning and make an appointment." I'm hoping Tamara's right and I'll be able to get something to help me ease the sickness.

She presses a kiss to my cheek. "Good. Now, let me help you get ready. You need to take sips of water, little sips."

I reach for my bottle and take the tiniest of sips, but as usual, my stomach cramps and a wave of heat passes over me.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” she asks.

“I’ll be fine,” I assure her. “It’ll pass in a second.”

But as always it doesn’t. Heat washes over me as nausea hits me. I get to my feet and make a mad dash to the bathroom. Thankfully, I make it in time. My stomach cramps as I vomit. God, will this ever end?

"Al, are you okay?" Tamara calls out.

"Yep," I say a little too weakly. "I'll be out in a minute." My entire body is shaken. I have little to no energy, but I have to push through it all. I have bills to pay, and if I don't have the money for Jed tomorrow, there will be hell to pay. The very last thing I need on top of this is to have that man on my back. Not again.

It takes me a few minutes to stand. I'm still shaky but I'm able to move. I'm not surprised to find Tamara waiting for me when I exit the bathroom. "You're not fine."

"I will be. It’s just a few more hours. I can do that." I've been doing it every day since this started. "I'll be okay."

She gives me a look that tells me she doesn't believe me. There's not much we can do. I'm just going to have to suck it up and continue with my day.

"Have you tried something different? What about sparkling water? The bubbles could help? Well, that's what my mam said anyway."

I recoil in horror. "That shouldn't be a thing," I say in disgust. "I think that would make me vomit even more."

She laughs. "You won't know until you try." She goes to her bag and pulls out a bottle. "I always keep a bottle in my bag. While you may not like it, it really helps me. It quenches my thirst like no other."

I take it from her, and open the bottle, I hear the hiss, I’m not hopeful that it’ll help. "Thank you." As I take a sip, the bubbles hit my nose, but I swallow it down. Just as the last time, my stomach recoils.

"Oh crap," Tamara says as I make a dash to the bathroom. "I thought for sure it could help."

It takes me a little longer this time to recover. When I get out of the bathroom, she's waiting with a soft smile. "Christ, Ailbhe, I'm sorry."

I shake my head. "Not your fault."

She gives me a mock scowl. "No, it's Preacher's fault. He's the one who should be taking care of you."

I roll my eyes. We're not getting into this. "We'd better get out there. You're up on stage soon."

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