Page 22 of Love is Blind

Same brother, same.

Chapter seventeen

WREN

Mydreamworldfadesas I slowly wake up. I stretch out my arms and legs and groan at the delightful ache I feel between my thighs. Last night plays around in my head on repeat. I was so nervous about telling the guys I love them. It sounds ridiculous since I’ve already told one of them, but tell them all how I really feel, just felt even more real. What if I told them and this was all a joke? Or a week or two from now, they will get tired of me? But I had to pull up my big girl panties and tell them because tomorrow is never promised. Plus, the way they touched me last night told me more than they needed to say. They have always been pretty good at expressing themselves through my body, and my body doesn’t mind at all.

I reach to the side of me, expecting to feel a warm body, but all I feel is cool sheets. I frown at that because one of my men is always still in bed with me until I wake up. Listening for movement in the bathroom or down the hall, I hear nothing. My frown deepens as I push myself to a sitting position. My feet hover over the carpeted floor for a second until I scoot further to the edge. I almost jumped out of my skin when, instead of the soft plush carpet, my feet hit rough fur. I nearly tumbled off the bed but caught myself at the last second. Ares pops up and starts rubbing his body against my legs, making me giggle.

“Ares, you almost gave me a heart attack. Next, just climb bed with me if they leave.” Once again, proving how smart he is, Ares jumps up on the bed and makes himself comfortable. I shake my head at the silly dog. I swear he understands everything I say.

I shuffle my feet into the fuzzy slippers on the floor. Someone always leaves me a pair in the morning. My guess is Jax, but there’s no telling with these men sometimes. Standing, I take a step toward the bedroom door when the overwhelming urge to vomit hits again. My hand rushes to cover my mouth as I make an immediate U-turn and head for the bathroom instead. The bathroom door slams open with a push, but I barely flinch at the loud sound before I’m rushing to my knee and throwing up. It’s not surprising that barely anything comes up since it’s early morning and I haven’t eaten since dinner last night, but my stomach continues to contract. The painful waves of nausea last for about five minutes before I realize, I’m not alone. Fuck.

“Wren, we’re going to the hospital.” Xander demands as I slump back against the bathtub after wiping my mouth and flushing.

“Xander, I’m fine. It’s a stomach bug. That’s all. I’m sure you’ve been sick before.” The click-clack of nails sounds a second before Ares’ big fluffy head drops into my lap.

“Ares! Get off of her.” Xander’s tone is serious, making me roll my eyes. Not that he notices.

“Don’t yell at him. He’s just doing his job and trying to make me feel better. Now, can you help me up?” Xander wraps his large hand around my biceps before pulling me to my feet. Ares lets out a huff before pressing his body against my legs for support.

“Wren. We’ve been throwing up off and on for over the last two weeks. I don’t think it’s just a stomach bug. What if something serious like a stomach problem? I’m not a doctor and neither are you, so you can’t just keep saying it’s a stomach bug.” I let out a deep breath as he leads me back into the bedroom. Is it possible to love and hate how overprotective someone is of you?

“Can I think about it? I have a lot to do at the shop today and honestly, I feel better already. I’ll get dressed and meet you downstairs in a few minutes.” He pauses us by the bed, so I turn into his body, lift up on my tiptoes, reach for his face and land a big ole kiss on his lips. “I know you care, but I promise you I’m fine. I would tell you if I thought it was something serious. So please give me a few minutes to think about it. Also, could you pretty please ask Marie to make those banana chocolate chip pancakes? Those sound so good right now.” Xander lets out an inaudible sigh before grabbing my cheeks and kissing me with passion back.

“Tell me again.”

“I love you Xander.”

“I love you too, Little Bird. You have ten minutes.” A quick smack to my ass and he’s gone. The quiet click of the door closing is all I hear before I’m alone with my thoughts.

After a minute of really thinking about it, I decide Xander might have a point. The only symptom I have is the random nausea and rushing to the bathroom to puke. No fever, chills, cough, runny nose.

Quickly dressing in whatever outfit Abby left out for me, I slip on my tennis shoes. The outfit feels casual, soft leggings and a baggy t-shirt. Once again, I thank whichever gods sent this woman to me because I swear some days, she just knows what I need and after yesterday’s events, and excitement, I really just need a laid-back day.

“Alright Ares, you ready to face the wolves? I have a feeling the guys are going to want me to stay home again.” Another doggy huff and we are out.

We make our way down the stairs. Ares’s pressed close as we descend. The smell of sweet treats cooking fills my senses as I make my way to the kitchen. I’m practically drooling at the thought of these pancakes. I speed up just a bit in my excitement and realize it was the wrong move as I stumble over my own feet, sending myself flying forwards. There’s nothing I can do but brace for impact until arms wrap around me and pull me up to hit a hard chest instead of the hard wall or floor I was aiming for.

“Woah there, Princess. What’s the hurry?” Jax’s deep voice fills my ears, and I blush before answering.

“Pancakes?” I say shyly, making him chuckle.

“I see, and here I thought you might be excited to see me.” My blush darkens.

“I mean, I am, but pancakes are life.” This time I say the words with all the seriousness I can muster, which isn’t much. Jax lets out a really deep laugh this time before kissing the top of my head.

“Fair enough. Well, let’s get you there in one piece, then.” I grin up at him as he leads me the rest of the way into the kitchen and to the breakfast nook I like to sit at. Other voices follow in after us and I hear the tail end of the conversations.

“…go to the hospital, and she should also stay home until we get the bastard.” This is said from which makes me scowl. He would be the one who wants me to stay home. I understand his concern and I have my own concerns about leaving the house, but staying hidden only proves to Adrian, he wins. He wants me to be scared of my own shadow. Metaphorically now.

“I understand, but she should get a choice t-.” Maverick’s words cut off, probably because he noticed me, but I liked the things he was saying.

“Please continue.” I say, waiting patiently for my food and also trying not to yell at them for talking about my life behind my back again.

“Wren, we are worried about you, that’s all.” Maverick continues coming up to me and kissing the top of my head.

My shoulders slump a little. Me being defensive won’t solve anything, plus I’ve already decided to get checked out.

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