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Careful not to get it on my shoes, I sidestepped the major pile and opened the door, thankful that Beau had missed the handle. I looked up at the sky and saw that it probably wasn’t going to rain anytime soon, so I left the window down for now and said, “Okay, let’s go, Beau. Undo your seatbelt.”
“Sorry, Georgia,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know. It’s okay. Just be careful getting out.”
He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. I was leery of helping him now for fear I’d end up with chunks in my hair, but I figured I’d worry about that later.
Somehow, he got out of the car without stepping in the vomit. We made it about ten steps, almost to the front porch, before he pulled away from me just in time to spill his guts in the bushes next to the house. I kept him steady and gave him a few minutes, making sure he was done before we started to move again.
We made our way up the porch, through the door, to the stairs, and into the bathroom. By then, he was about to lose it again, so I helped him to his knees by the toilet. Then, I went to get him some cold water and turned the shower on. I found some medicine in the cabinet by the sink and had him take that when he was done puking.
He seemed to feel a bit better now, but I wasn’t exactly sure what to do.
“Do you think you want to take a shower?” I asked him. “A cool shower might help.”
He nodded, but he wasn’t moving. I went over and checked the water, making sure it was on the cooler side, and then came back to him. Luckily, the shower in the main bathroom had a bench for him to sit on. I considered getting in with him, but I didn’t want to do that. The last thing I needed was for him to think I was trying to start sexy time when he was ralphing his guts up.
I found that if I turned one shower head on, I could stand off to the side and not get too wet, so that was what I determined to do.
Beau kicked off his shoes and began to unbutton his shirt while I worked his socks off him and then helped him with his sleeves. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before I helped him stand up. Then, we worked them down off his hips. He kept his hands on my shoulders while we sidestepped over to the shower where the water was already the perfect temperature, and I helped Beau slide inside and sit down on the bench.
He took a few deep breaths as he sat there, trying to clear his head under the falling stream of cool water. It was clear he was growing more and more tired with each passing moment. I hoped that meant he had passed through the puking phase and wouldn’t be experiencing that again.
I left him for a second to open one of the nearby cabinets to find a washcloth. I soaped it up and washed the splatters of puke from his chin and then washed the rest of him for good measure since he was getting a little sweaty. I decided he had enough water cascading down his more intimate body parts that it wasn’t necessary for me to go there at the moment. I also lathered up his hair and rinsed that out as he kept his eyes closed tightly against the potential sting of shampoo.
“Are you ready to get out?” I asked him.
“Yes, baby,” he mumbled, not really looking at me. I could tell that his eyes were glazed over quite a bit, and he wasn’t able to focus. He was about to fall asleep. Since I wasn’t strong enough to move a sleeping full grown man from the shower to the bed, I needed him to cooperate with me.
“Okay,” I told him. “I’m going to get a towel, and then I’ll help you dry off and get you to bed. All right, Beau?” I lifted his chin so that he’d have a better chance of looking into my face, but he didn’t. His eyes were mostly closed.
In response, all he did was mutter, “You’re so good to me, baby.”
“Okay then.” I wasn’t sure what to think of all of these terms of endearment. It did make me feel good on the surface, but I reminded myself the man was drunk off his ass and had no idea what he was saying. For all I knew, he thought I was his mom or something.
But then, I prayed his mother had never had to help him in and out of the shower as a grown-ass man.
It was easy enough to find a towel. I shut the water off and then dried his hair before working my way down his shoulders and torso. Beau didn’t bother to try to stand up on his own, which made it harder. I dried everything off that he wasn’t sitting on before I finally told him, “You’re gonna have to work with me here, babe.” I figured, as long as he was calling me pet names, I could get into it, too.
“Okay.” Beau wrapped his arm around my shoulders and stood up, and while he steadied himself, I dried off the rest of him, trying not to linger on the fact that he was a well-built man.
After that, I wrapped the towel around his waist and helped guide him into the bedroom. “Sit on the side of the bed, and I’ll grab you some boxers,” I advised him.
Beau paid my directions little mind this time. He pulled the blankets back and fell into bed with the wet towel still wrapped around his middle. “I’m so tired.”
“Don’t you want some boxers?” I asked him. His response was to yank the blankets over the top of himself and then pull the wet towel out and sling it on the floor. “I guess not.”
He seemed fine the way that he was, but he was also spread out on the bed, taking up most of the king-sized mattress. I would have to find somewhere else to sleep. That wouldn’t be a problem with as many bedrooms as there were in this house, but I was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t be sleeping with him. But then, a lot of men snored when they were drunk, or so I’d heard, so maybe it was just as well.
Beau swung his arm viciously in an attempt to roll over that left him in an awkward position with one shoulder digging into the mattress and one leg bent at the knee, which I could see the outline of through the blankets. Yeah, no. I wasn’t sleeping in here tonight with Mr. Feisty Pants.
“Okay, I’m just going to go then.” I grabbed what I needed out of the dresser and the bathroom. I made sure I had my makeup remover, toothbrush, and some pajamas. “Take care, Beau. I’ll see you in the morning.” He looked so vulnerable, unlike I’d ever seen him before. It sort of made him seem like a human to me for the first time.
I couldn’t help but brush his hair back from his eyes and kiss him gently on the cheek. “Good night, Beau,” I whispered.
“Good night, baby. I love you so much, baby. I love you, Kaylee.”
I froze, my heart going from beating out of my chest at his sweet words to not being able to beat at all. Every word he’d said had me about to burst at the seams—until he said the last word.
