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I had tried to do the right thing, but maybe I hadn’t.
Not like I could fix it now. Missy didn’t even want to be around me for a second, let alone actually talk to me.
It might take time, but Missy would eventually figure out that she was better off without me.
She was too good for me.
Chapter Five
Missy
“It’s not going to happen.” I closed my eyes and leaned forward. “No, no, no,” I chanted.
Bandit’s wet nose nudged my cheek, and he let out a concerned whine. “It’s okay, Bandit,” I whispered. “I just need to let it pass.” I had been fighting not to throw up for the past twenty minutes.
Morning sickness.
That was the new thing that life was thrown at me this morning.
Heartburn. Fatigue. Food cravings. Backaches.
I would take all of those if it meant I didn’t have morning sickness.
My stomach rolled again, and I sprinted to the bathroom.
There was no more holding it back.
The breakfast that had been so delicious going down was now unrecognizable in the toilet.
“Oh my god,” I groaned. I rested my cheek on the toilet seat, and my fingers trembled to flush the toilet. “I’m never eating food again.”
I fell back and leaned against the tub. Bandit crawled into my lap and rested his head on my thigh.
“You’re too big to be a lap dog,” I grumbled.
He sighed heavily, like he had been the one to lose their breakfast, and looked up at me with his pretty blue eyes.
All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep, but I had to be to work in half an hour. I hadn’t been lying when I said we were two people short at work. I needed to be there.
I managed to haul myself off the bathroom floor and get dressed without throwing up again.
Bandit waited patiently by the door for me to clip his leash on, and then we were out the door.
This was our morning when I had to work. Well, the puking thing was new, but we were back on track. Granted, my stomach was empty, and I knew I wasn’t going to make it through the day without eating anything.
Ten minutes later, we walked through the doors of Adams Café.
“Hey!” Monica called. “You look horrible.”
I took a step back and fanned my face. “Why Monica, you sure do know just the right thing to say to make a girl feel good about herself.” I knew I looked like shit. I had hoped the ten minutes of fresh air had brought a little life back to my face. It obviously had not.
Monica cringed. “I’m sorry. My filter isn’t working today.”
“Yeah,” Bob called from the kitchen. “She told me I need to consider not wearing yellow because it makes me look washed out and dead.”
“I did not say dead,” Monica insisted.
Bob pushed through the swinging doors and frowned. “I’m sorry, you said I looked like a corpse.”
