have missed being here. It was too important to both of them. He knew it and she did too.
He drove to his apartment with a heavy, heavy heart. Baby, where are you this time?
He pulled in and got his bag out of the passenger seat and dragged into his house. Well, at least he could take a decent nap. He’d finally come down with Kate’s bug and he felt awful. Tossing the bag onto the floor beside his bed, he went back into the kitchen and popped two Tylenol. As sick as his stomach was, he didn’t think he could keep anything else down.
Between thinking about Kate and having to hurl, he had only just barely gotten to sleep when she called, but he didn’t care. When she said she wanted to come see him, he agreed instantly, wondering what kind of mood she’d be in when she got here. She didn’t sound mad or even sad on the phone. He didn’t know what she sounded. He was just glad she’d called. He’d already thrown up four times this afternoon and felt positively horrible. He had to hand it to Kate. If she’d been feeling this rough, she hadn’t whined much.
***
Jason didn’t answer his door and she let herself in to find him just about staggering out of the bathroom wearing cut off sweat pants and an ashen face. He looked about the same as she did and for just a second, she wondered if he somehow already knew about the baby. She approached him hesitantly and finally asked, “You okay?”
He shook his head and groaned as he collapsed onto his couch with a sigh. “No. I finally got your bug and I feel awful. I’m being ten times more whiney than you ever were. Where have you been?”
She came and knelt by the couch beside him, thinking, yeah, you definitely caught the same bug I have. If you only knew.
He’d know soon enough. Granted she could figure out a way to break something this shocking to him. Instead, she gave him a sad smile and said, “Texas again. I needed another long talk with God. How long have you been sick?” He looked like he had something more like food poisoning than morning sickness.
He looked positively wary as he asked, “Your head need clearing again?”
“Yeah.” She laughed and it felt wonderful. That had to be the understatement of the millennium.
Still wary, he hesitantly asked, “Was it something I did again?”
She laughed again and then wondered if she was losing it, while he watched her with worried eyes. This understatement topped the last one. “Yeah, it was definitely something you did. I’m not mad or sad or whatever it is you’re paranoid about Jason. You can relax and just enjoy being ill. I’m not going to bite you.”
He watched her for another minute and then closed his eyes. “Oh, good. What did I do? When you weren’t here I thought you must have been really upset about something and I thought I was in a lot of trouble.”
She started to laugh again and it grew on her and she ended up totally busting up. She was definitely losing it. It was the biggest understatement of all, but it was absolutely not funny. Jason was watching her and she knew she was going to burst into tears and literally bit her lip to keep from totally dissolving right there in front of him. The only thing that saved her was that he had to get up and go throw up again. She felt terrible for him, but had never been so grateful for an interruption.
By the time he was back, she had a thin shell of poise over her emotions and knew her feelings were far too raw to try to talk to Jason about this right now. She’d come here intending to, but there was just no way.
He threw up two more times before finally drifting off on his couch, and she got up, covered him with a light blanket and let herself out. It was better this way. She needed to have whatever she was going to say to him better rehearsed in her mind anyway.
Jason was terribly ill that day and most of the next and although she checked on him
He drove to his apartment with a heavy, heavy heart. Baby, where are you this time?
He pulled in and got his bag out of the passenger seat and dragged into his house. Well, at least he could take a decent nap. He’d finally come down with Kate’s bug and he felt awful. Tossing the bag onto the floor beside his bed, he went back into the kitchen and popped two Tylenol. As sick as his stomach was, he didn’t think he could keep anything else down.
Between thinking about Kate and having to hurl, he had only just barely gotten to sleep when she called, but he didn’t care. When she said she wanted to come see him, he agreed instantly, wondering what kind of mood she’d be in when she got here. She didn’t sound mad or even sad on the phone. He didn’t know what she sounded. He was just glad she’d called. He’d already thrown up four times this afternoon and felt positively horrible. He had to hand it to Kate. If she’d been feeling this rough, she hadn’t whined much.
***
Jason didn’t answer his door and she let herself in to find him just about staggering out of the bathroom wearing cut off sweat pants and an ashen face. He looked about the same as she did and for just a second, she wondered if he somehow already knew about the baby. She approached him hesitantly and finally asked, “You okay?”
He shook his head and groaned as he collapsed onto his couch with a sigh. “No. I finally got your bug and I feel awful. I’m being ten times more whiney than you ever were. Where have you been?”
She came and knelt by the couch beside him, thinking, yeah, you definitely caught the same bug I have. If you only knew.
He’d know soon enough. Granted she could figure out a way to break something this shocking to him. Instead, she gave him a sad smile and said, “Texas again. I needed another long talk with God. How long have you been sick?” He looked like he had something more like food poisoning than morning sickness.
He looked positively wary as he asked, “Your head need clearing again?”
“Yeah.” She laughed and it felt wonderful. That had to be the understatement of the millennium.
Still wary, he hesitantly asked, “Was it something I did again?”
She laughed again and then wondered if she was losing it, while he watched her with worried eyes. This understatement topped the last one. “Yeah, it was definitely something you did. I’m not mad or sad or whatever it is you’re paranoid about Jason. You can relax and just enjoy being ill. I’m not going to bite you.”
He watched her for another minute and then closed his eyes. “Oh, good. What did I do? When you weren’t here I thought you must have been really upset about something and I thought I was in a lot of trouble.”
She started to laugh again and it grew on her and she ended up totally busting up. She was definitely losing it. It was the biggest understatement of all, but it was absolutely not funny. Jason was watching her and she knew she was going to burst into tears and literally bit her lip to keep from totally dissolving right there in front of him. The only thing that saved her was that he had to get up and go throw up again. She felt terrible for him, but had never been so grateful for an interruption.
By the time he was back, she had a thin shell of poise over her emotions and knew her feelings were far too raw to try to talk to Jason about this right now. She’d come here intending to, but there was just no way.
He threw up two more times before finally drifting off on his couch, and she got up, covered him with a light blanket and let herself out. It was better this way. She needed to have whatever she was going to say to him better rehearsed in her mind anyway.
Jason was terribly ill that day and most of the next and although she checked on him
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