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The idea makes my stomach roil, remembering what the smell did to me last night.
“Oh, fuck no.” It comes out before I can stop it. "Oh, shit, I’m sorry. That was rude. But, the idea of coffee makes me want to toss my cookies some more.”
His smile brings out the craters of his dimples.
“Shit, I wish I could stay with you, but after the snowstorm three weeks ago, we’re so far behind. But...”
I cover his hand with mine. “I’m fine, Dom. It’s just a little bit of a stomach bug.”
He rolls over his wrist, looking at his watch. “Let me take this guy out first. Do you want anything to drink or eat?”
“Saltines and ginger ale, please.” It’s my go-to when I’m sick with a bug like this.
“Okay, I’m sure the store across the street has it. Come on, Otis. Let’s go to the bathroom and the store.”
Otis is up for a trip to the store every second of every day. He thinks it means food, but with Dom, it means snacks and toys. Otis is going to lose his title as fittest pug ever if Dom keeps this up.
“I’ll be back soon.” He drops a kiss on my head, and I know I’ll never get enough of him.
The bucket has beenmy friend for the past two days. “You shouldn’t be throwing up at various times of the day after three full days of this,” Dom says as I continue to puke up the saltines and ginger ale. They were the only things I could take for the past two days, but now they aren’t staying down.
“I’ll make an appointment with my doctor this morning.” He presses his lips into a fine line, narrowing his eyes with mine.
“Somehow, Rosso, you come across as a woman who’d rather die on a hill than go to the doctor,” he mutters, feeling my head for the tenth time in the hour.
“Typically, yes, but I can assure you, I want antibiotics, or something that will help me feel better.”
“Hold that thought. I’ll come. Just let me call Bo right quick.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger, I silently groan, knowing he’ll be hard to convince.
“I can get to the doctor on my own. I don’t need a babysitter.”
“I know you can get there, baby, but…” He pauses for a second, and then his lips turn into a broad smile and his deep chuckle clears the air between us. “Well, fuck me! We sound like Kayla and Garner.”
I close my eyes and begin to laugh with him. “But the one difference is I’ll actually fuck you. Who the hell knows what they’re doing.”
He dips his head to my forehead. “Now, that was funny.” He takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and the minty freshness of his brushed teeth is the one thing that calms my nausea. “I know you can do it on your own. Just call me once you know something. I’m worried about you, and anyway, I sort of like owning your body each and every night.”
I giggle at his words, agreeing with him.
“Sandra,it’s good to see you,” Dr. Anya Gable says when she enters the room. Anya is more than my doctor. She’s my old college roommate. “I’ve not seen you in my office lately.”
“Anya!” I stand to embrace her, and I have to say she looks good. Kicking her deadbeat husband to the curb is apparently just what she needed in her life. “I miss you, my dear old friend.”
With my job as the momager and her divorce, we’ve not seen each other outside of the doctor’s office lately. “You know I avoid the doctor as much as I can. So, maybe we should start setting something up outside the office.”
“I’m game.” She pauses, looking at my chart on her tablet. “So, I hear that you think you’ve caught some sort of crazy stomach bug?”
“Yeah, it’s the oddest thing. It comes on at the weirdest parts of the day, a certain smell or the thought of a certain food, and here we go again.”
She looks down at her tablet, and she’s touching the screen. “Ah, okay. I think I know what’s going on, and I have to say I’m a bit surprised at this turn of events.”
“The fuck you talking about?” I ask. I’m confused by her words, and her blasé nature. “What should I do? An antibiotic? I must have strep, right?” Though my throat doesn’t hurt. I can’t imagine it’s an easy fix, with as bad as I’ve felt. “This is the first time I’ve been drained, and sick, and fuck, have I mentioned I can’t seem to move across the room without feeling dizzy?”
She stands in front of me, with her hands on her waist. “I have all the answers to your questions.”
She’s not examined me yet, and the smile on her face is a little too creepy.
