Page 31 of Sweet Anarchy

I wave my hand at her. "I mean, it will be fine. Your baby will be completely normal. But maybe stay away from the scary movies for a bit."

Phoebe nods, her smiling fading slightly. "Fuck. Hold on…"

She barrels me out of the way, running through my closet into my adjoining bathroom. The sound of retching appears, and I wait, staring at the closed door with wide-eyes.

Phoebe emerges a few minutes later, wiping her mouth. "It's fine. It's getting better, I think. Just don't mention food and I'll survive. Speaking of, tell me about your snacks."

"Snacks?"

She laughs. "Your stepbrothers. Wait… are we still calling them that? Also, I don't mean to pry but Ty insinuated that you're dating his brother. Distract me with an update until this nausea passes."

I walk over to the bed, patting the blanket next to me. "Okay. Sit down and I'll fill you in on my love life. Trust me, it's a clusterfuck right now."

"You're looking better," I tell Chuck as I stand in the doorway of his hospital room.

He looks up from his jello cup, the remains of food scattered in front of him on the table.

"There's my girl," he says, eyes lighting up. "I'm feeling better actually."

I walk over and take a seat next to the bed. He reaches for me immediately, grabbing my hand.

"I've missed you," I mutter, linking my fingers with his.

"I've missed you more," he answers. "Also, don't be fooled. The hospital food is shit. But I'm starving all of a sudden and there's limited options."

I laugh. "Do you want me to bring a pizza or something back later?"

Chuck groans. "Don't tease me like that. The only thing I want more than pizza is you."

"The nurses wouldn't like that," I taunt.

His eyes look behind me to the glass door. "Fuck the nurses. Just sit on my face."

I squeeze his hand in a warning, fighting back a grin. "You need to rest."

"Fuck resting," he groans. "It's taco Tuesday."

Laughing, I shake my head. "It's Friday, Chuck. So, the taco tasting will need to wait until you get out of here."

Chapter 10

Zayn

Fuck me, this heat is stifling. I refuse to wear anything but jeans and sweatpants, but right now in my denim, my balls are sticking to my legs.

It doesn't help that Blake also insists on having the windows down and the AC off as we drive to the club meeting. Even the breeze has a random heat to it, making it feel hard to breathe. The only time I want to feel suffocated is with a mouthful of Rylee's pussy. And sadly, she denied me before we left.

Okay, we may have already been pushing it for time, and I could see her little mind ticking behind her eyes as she considered it, but one of us had to be reasonable.

"What the fuck is this music?" Asher complains from the backseat.

Blake hits the off button on the car stereo. "Fucked if I know. It's just the radio."

"Who listens to the radio these days? Cars have Bluetooth now," Asher mumbles under his breath.

Rylee laughs from the backseat next to Asher. "I liked it, actually. It sounded catchy."

"I don't trust your judgement in music," he says. "I've seen your playlist."

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