Page 57 of Triple Power Play 3
What am I doing? Oh, right. Meds. Headache.
I break from bulging tattooed muscles and nipple piercings. My God, that should be illegal. “Umm…what are these for?” I fumble the bottles between us and nearly drop a few.
Dark-blue eyes twinkle with amusement. “Give me those.” He holds each bottle up individually, reading the labels with a deepening scowl. “These Jackson’s? What’s going on?”
“He has a migraine.”
“I’ll need to talk to him.” He shuts the door behind him. “Lead the way.”
We enter the room, and Ethan is playing with Jackson’s hair while on his phone.
“Hey, man.” Reece kneels beside the bed. “You got a headache? Anything else?”
Jackson shifts from where his face is tucked into Ethan’s side. He winces and throws his forearm over his eyes. “Nausea. There are two meds, one blue, one white.”
Reece examines the bottles again. “You sure? Is it bad? I’m no doctor, but?—”
“What’s in them?” Jax cuts him off.
He clears his throat. “The blue one is a psychoactive sedative that can be habit-forming. The small white one for nausea is fine, but it’ll make you sleepy—though, I’m positive you needsleep. You have another for psychosis and an anti-anxiety med for nightmares.”
“Fuck that.” He rolls away.
“Babe…” I start. Unsure what to say, I glance at Ethan.
He brushes Jackson’s hair off his forehead. “You promise it’s nothing else? Will you tell me?”
Jax peeks his eyes open. “Yes.”
“Okay.” That stormy gaze focuses on Reece. “Any suggestions?”
He sets the bottles on the nightstand. “I have an over-the-counter trick, non-habit forming. We can start there.”
Jax fists the pillow, breathing heavily. “Anything but the psych meds.”
Twelve hours later, it’s four p.m., and we’re all still in pajamas, snuggling in the media room. It’s Ethan and Jackson’s day off, and nobody wants to break our cocoon, not even Reece.
“I love this place,” I say to no one in particular, my head on Ethan’s lap. I may have whined my way into getting a neck massage as well.
He peers down at me and smiles wide. “Me too.”
Jackson shifts his palm on my stomach. “Me three.”
The baby kicks more forcefully than ever, and we both gasp, our faces lighting up with excitement.
Ethan pushes Jax’s hand aside to feel the baby move. “I guess he agrees.”
“Y’all make me wanna vomit,” Reece grumbles from a plush leather recliner. “I regret helping you. Go back to bed and suffer.”
We all burst into laughter.
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AURORA
“Wow, you’ve become the help. Jesus, look at this place. You’ve been bought.”
“I asked you here to check over the security, not run your mouth.”
