Page 54 of Manny's Surprise Baby
He groaned and heaved into the toilet again. I stood and got a washcloth, then wet it with warm water, and when he was done vomiting, I wiped his face. He flushed the toilet but stayed where he was, breathing roughly.
“You seemed fine until… until we had sex. What the hell is wrong, Pierce?” I was beginning to feel really worried.
“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered.
“Of course it does.”
“Please, Seth,” he pleaded softly. “Just leave me alone.”
“No.”
“I’m not your problem.”
“You are tonight.” I sighed, leaning against the vanity.
“I’m not a child. I’ve been sick before. You can go to bed.” He glanced up at me.
“I’m not leaving until you’re done puking. Then I’m going to help you back to bed.”
“God, you’re so stubborn.”
I huffed. “Right. I’m the stubborn one.”
He didn’t respond. He just sat there in silence, staring into the toilet for about ten minutes. Eventually he moved as if he was going to stand, and I grabbed him under his arm to help. He stumbled to the sink and reached for his toothbrush.
“You shouldn’t bother with that right now.”
He scowled, his face pale but with a touch of pink in his cheeks. “I can’t sleep unless I do.” He squeezed toothpaste onto his brush with shaking hands and then brushed and rinsed. He dried his face on a hand towel and moved to the door slowly. I followed him, just to be sure he didn’t fall and hit his head. Once he reached his room, he hurried to his bed and crawled in with a groan. I pulled the covers over him, and I perched on the edge of the mattress.
“You can go,” he whispered.
“Yes. I know.” I stroked his soft hair, feeling unsettled. I didn’t like him being sick. It unnerved me. I touched the bite mark on his shoulder, and he sighed.
“Don’t worry. I won’t hold you to it.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“You bit me. Technically you claimed me as your omega.”
“No. I know that. I mean what do you mean you won’t hold me to it?”
“I get that it was the heat of the moment. Okay? I’m not naive.”
“It wasn’t just the heat of the moment.”
He lifted his head weakly. “Great. Shall we get married in Vegas?”
I laughed grudgingly. “I wanted to claim you.”
His expression was disbelieving. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What?”
“Why aren’t you more freaked-out?”
“About being with a guy for the first time?”
He huffed. “About any of it. You’re just going with the flow, acting all chill.”
