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I place my hand on her forehead before she bats it away. “No, she doesn’t,” I answer.
“Okay, that’s a good sign. I’ll be there as soon as I can. And congratulations on the wedding.” He hangs up.
“Fuck, Emmy, what do I do? How can I help?”
“Josh, stop. You can help by not panicking. It’s just an upset stomach. That’s all. Also, pass me that dressing gown. I’d prefer not to be throwing up into the bowl while I’m naked.”
“Shit, yes. Of course.” I stand up, retrieve the dressing gown from the hook on the back of the door and help her into it. “Do you want anything? Tea? Coffee? The doctor said to keep you hydrated. You need to drink something.”
“Just water is fine. Josh, I’m okay now. Really. I just want to brush my teeth, then lie down for a bit longer.”
I pick up her toothbrush and squirt some paste on it. “Open up,” I say, holding the toothbrush up to her mouth. She scrunches her eyebrows at me while grabbing the toothbrush.
“I’m going to pretend you did not just want to brush my teeth for me,” she says as she stands over the sink.
“You can pretend all you like, but there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Emmy.”
She mumbles a response with the toothbrush still in her mouth. I don’t know what it is she said. I just wait for her to be finished. Picking her up, I carry her to the bed and lay her down, getting in next to her.
I send a text to Dean, telling him to direct the doctor up here when he arrives. Putting my phone down, I settle in next to Emily and pull her into my arms. “I can’t believe I just threw up when you were doing that,” she groans.
I laugh, then Ella comes storming through the door. “What’s wrong? Who’s sick? Why do you need a doctor?” she demands.
“What the fuck, Ella?” I groan, then I get a look at what she’s wearing, or what she’s not wearing, which would be clothing. She’s walking around in tiny-ass fucking shorts that look more like panties than shorts and a tank top that’s fucking see-through.
Rolling out of bed, I storm into the closet, returning with a hoodie. I dump it over her head. “You do know this house is full of staff and you’re walking around butt-ass naked, right?” I say as she fights me off.
“Fuck off, Josh. I’m not naked, idiot. Clearly you’re not the one who’s sick.” She ends up taking the hoodie and putting it on. “I’m only wearing this because it’s actually cold in here, not because you told me to.” She glares at me.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” I still win, so I don’t fucking care about her reasoning. I’m not about to have my household of staff staring at her ass and tits.
“Seriously, Emmy, what’s wrong? Why are you sick?” Ella asks her, climbing onto my bed. I pick her up and return her to the floor, jumping back in the bed myself.
“Argh, if it wasn’t your wedding day and I didn’t think Emily would shoot me, I’d have some not very nice words for you right now, Joshua.” Ella folds her arms over her chest.
“I wouldn’t shoot you, Ella. I like you. And I’m fine. It’s just a tummy bug. I’m sure it will pass,” Emily assures her.
Ella’s face drops. “Oh God, not you too. Don’t get me wrong, I love being an aunt. But you and I were the kid-free people of the group. Damn it, Josh, couldn’t you keep it in your pants. Seriously, now all my friends are going to be tied down with babies.”
What the fuck is she talking about? Pregnant. Emily isn’t pregnant. We would know. Fuck, is she? I look over to Emily, who has also just caught on to what Ella’s saying.
“Ah, I’m not pregnant,” she says.
Although, judging by the look on Emmy’s face, she’s not one hundred percent certain of that.
“Ella, can you please go wait for the doctor and let him know which room we are in.” I stand up and walk her to the door.
“Fine, but I’ll be back. Don’t worry, Emily, I’ll make you some toast and ginger ale. That always worked for Alyssa and Reilly,” she says as I shut and lock the door.
Turning back to the bed, Emily appears terrified. Fuck, I haven’t seen this look on her for a few weeks now. She hasn’t had any flashbacks; she hasn’t been scared of anything. But right now, she looks like she’s about to run for her life.
“Emmy, it’s okay. It will be okay. When the doctor gets here, we can get him to give us a test. Whatever it says, it will be okay.” I’m not sure if I’m trying to reassure her or myself at this point. As much as I want to freak the fuck out right now, I can’t. We can’t both be freaked out.
“Josh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” She has tears running down her face.
