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“Sure, it is.” He turns from me and walks back to Easton and Rose.
“Jackson.” I say, but it’s too late. I’m not going to fight in public with him. I just hope we can make the best of our vacation and I didn’t just ruin it by bringing up loneliness and Logan.
I walk back to them and Rose gives me a questioning look. I shake my head at her.
“All right. We’ve got to hurry up.” Easton picks up his and Rose’s bags, and we head inside.
* * *
“Cara.”Jackson barks from the other side of the door. He pounds on it and I try to control my breathing as I press my forehead into my hands.
Of course—of course—I can hold down my nausea the entire flight. Rose made it seem like it’s a walk in the park when she clipped her seatbelt and reclined back in luxury, snuggling up against Easton. The elevation changes made my stomach turn and twist and jump through fucking hoops as the pressure filled my head and gave me the world’s largest migraine.
Once we started descending, my stomach rolled, and fucking rolled, and the nausea hit me full force. I swallowed back the bile continuously because we couldn’t unclip our seatbelts. The moment the seatbelt light turned off, I bolted out of my seat and I swear I was like a linebacker and I pushed through people and might have even clocked someone in the cheek on the way to the bathroom.
When I got there, I slammed the tiny door shut and knelt over the seat and expelled the little food I had that morning. The worst part was, just having my face so close to that horrid toilet was enough to keep me dry heaving for a good five minutes.
Now, embarrassment has me trapped in this closet bathroom and I’m considering just sitting in here until it takes me back to Minneapolis.
“Cara! Open up!” Rose says, pounding on the door.
I turn as slowly as possible and flip the lock. The door creaks open, and the smoky scent of Jackson comes into view. “You all right?” He murmurs, brushing my hair out of my face.
“No. I’m nauseous and extremely embarrassed. Probably should just hide in shame for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, stop! You’re not the first pregnant lady to get sick on an airplane.”
“Still sucks.” I wipe my mouth and stand up on shaky knees. Now I just feel dehydrated, my head is pounding, and I have the worst taste in my mouth, ever.
“Okay. Let’s get up, go check in at the hotel and relax for a bit. We don’t have much planned for today, anyway.” Rose says.
Jackson’s large hands come underneath my arms as he lifts me up to standing. “Come on, Cara.” He mumbles. Leaning most of my weight into him, we leave the bathroom and make our way to the exit of the plane.
Some of the flight attendants stand to the side and give me sympathetic looks.
“Are you all right?” One of them says, reaching out to touch my arm.
Jackson turns his body to the side, effectively blocking her reach. “She’s fine.” He growls.
Her eyes widen in concern. And mine widen in shock. His possessiveness and feral look would kill a lesser man.
“I’m fine.” I reiterate. My voice wobbles, nausea still gripping my throat.
Easton stands at the exit of the plane with all our suitcases near his feet. He gives Jackson a questioning look, and he nods his head in response.
Easton and Rose pick up our bags, and Jackson keeps ahold of my weight as we make our way off the plane.
“Thank you!” Rose says to everyone as we exit.
We make it towards the car rental service and Easton walks up to the counter to pick up our rental. “Are you okay?” Jackson whispers in my ear.
“Yeah, but you don’t have to keep holding onto me like this. It’s not like I got hurt. Just a little nausea.”
“Yeah, and you look pale as a ghost and weak as fuck. I’m not going to chance you collapsing at the airport, too.”
“He’s right. You lookreallyill.” Rose says from beside him.
“Wow, thanks guys. Really making me feel good about myself.” I roll my eyes.
