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It’s my own fault. Harrison and I have been doing it like bunny rabbits for the last two months and it shouldn’t be a shock that I’m knocked up. For some reason it is.
Another wave of nausea creeps over me and I groan, my head spinning. I hear the front door open and Harrison’s cheerful holler from the front door.
Of course he’s cheerful. He’s not sick as a damn dog.
“Oh sweetheart, are you okay? Are you sick? Did you catch a cold?” Harrison stops at my back and holds my long hair away from my face as I wretch and weep.
When I finally stop, he grabs a cloth and runs it over my face. “Can I do anything else for you, baby? Let me get your toothbrush. I know you must be feeling miserable. I hate it when I’m sick. Have you been to the doctor?”
“Yeah,” I growl, pushing his hand away. I know it’s not his fault but I really feel like hell. I mean, heck.
“Did he say how long you might be feeling under the weather?”
“About seven more months or so,” I grunt, attempting to sit up and push my sweaty hair back from my face.
“Seven? What the hell?” His bearded face pales. “Oh shit. What is it? Is it serious? Should we get an expert?”
A weak smirk tilts my lips. “It is serious. And we’re not going to be able to find an expert for this. But thankfully, in about eighteen years when they leave home, we should have become experts.”
His mouth drops open. “What the hell are you talking about?” His silvery eyes widen. “Are you….” His eyes wander down to my belly.
“Yep. Knocked up. Your freaking gigantic, bearded mountain man sperm managed to get me knocked up pretty fast.”
He grins and his eyes have a suspicious sheen to them as he stares at my belly like the baby is fixing to come out fully clothed right this second and ready to have a conversation.
“Eyes up here, neanderthal.” His eyes come up and the smirk on his mouth makes me want to slap him. “Try and look just a little less happy, you freaking caveman!”
His head tilts and his dark hair falls across his forehead, making my tummy tilt.Shoot, he’s gorgeous!
“We knew this was possible, princess. And I’m not gonna pretend that I’m not happy about it! I want this baby.”
“I want it too,” I grumble. “But you’re not the one throwing up your guts.”
“I would if I could, princess.”
“Easy to say, Harrison.”
“I’m also not gonna pretend that I’m not happy to know that my boys did their job.”
“You’re like a territorial dog. You should just pee on me and claim me. Get it over with.”
“I don’t need to pee on you. I knocked your ass up!”
I glare at him and close my eyes, my head leaning on the tub. “I need to rest. Why don’t you go find something to do?”
“Nope. I’m gonna take care of you, princess.” Then he walks out of the bathroom and I lean my head on the tub, groaning, my eyes leaking tears in a steady stream.
I must fall asleep because I open my eyes to Harrison’s face close to mine as he carries me to bed. There’s a tray on the end of the bed with crackers and sprite.
I sigh and lean into his muscular arms and chest. “I’m sorry I was nasty, Harrison.”
“It’s alright, princess. I would expect nothing less of you.”
“I was being a wench to you!” I heave a sigh and gulping sobs wrack my tired, achy body.
“I don’t care, baby. You can spend the next seven months tearing me apart and I won’t give a shit. I will still be here. Because I love you and I’d never want to be anywhere else.”
He settles me on the bed and covers me up, settling the tray across my lap. I shake my head.
