AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You were thirsty.” I know the feeling. “Maybe now you can take a bite of the toast.”
She shakes her head and turns her face, pushing the plate further away. “Can I take a bath now?”
“I suppose you can always eat later.”
An hour later, water covers the bathroom floor, and both of us are drenched when I take her out of the tub. “I wanna play a little more,” she begs.
“Honey, you have to get out. I’ve got to mop up this mess.” The doorbell rings, probably the delivery Lucy mentioned. “That’s your groceries. Hopefully, you’ll like something in the order.”
Carrying her, wrapped in a towel, I answer the door to find a delivery guy standing there with a bag. “Lucy Bennett?”
“Yeah, this is her place.” I point to the table. “Can you put them on the table for me? My hands are kind of full.” Holding Aurora makes it hard to do much else.
“Sure.” He walks over and puts the bag down. “The wife got you babysitting today?”
Aurora answers, “She’s not his wife. He’s my daddy. I’m sick, so he stayed with me today.”
The guy freezes, his eyes bug out as he asks, “What kind of sick?”
“Throwing up,” I say as I stand in front of the door, waiting for him to leave so I can close and lock it.
“A virus?” he asks as the color drains from his face.
“That’s what her mom said it most likely is.” I can’t imagine why he looks so panic-stricken.
“Can you step away from the door so I can leave?” He puts his hand over his mouth, pinching his nose closed.
“Oh, you’re afraid you’ll catch it. Sorry.” I didn’t even think of that. Moving out of his way, he darts out of the apartment, sprinting away as fast as he can.
I look at Aurora who’s smiling. “You scared that guy.”
Nodding, she opens her mouth and out comes a wave of vomit, and I catch it right in my face.
I had been soaked with water, but now am soaked in puke.
Aurora begins to cry, and I feel like I might join her. “I’m still sick, Daddy.”
“Yes, I see that, sweetheart.” Pulling out my phone, I snap a picture of us, then send it to her mother.
Before I can even put my phone away, it rings.
Lucy’s worried voice fills the air as I put the call on speaker. “What the hell happened?”
“Mommy, I threw up,” Aurora whimpers.
“On your daddy?” Lucy asks.
I answer. “In my face.”
Laughter erupts, and I end the call as I carry my sick little girl back to the bathroom to clean her up again, wondering when I’ll get the virus and who will take care of me when I do.
Well, this sucks.
16
Lucy
For the last two hours, there have been no texts from Apollo, and when I called his phone, he didn’t answer.
