The next morning I woke up to four sets of feet bouncing on the bed causing me to groan and roll over. I looked at the clock and saw 9:37 flashing on the face of the clock. Looking up I saw Vic, Mike, Tony, and Jaime jumping with wide smiles on their face.
"Come on Chelley! Wake up, we're bored!" Vic yelled, still bouncing.
"Guys go away! Let me sleep," I slapped my hands over my eyes in hope that it would block them out.
And oh how wrong I was, in the matter of seconds four sets of hands were tickling my side's.
"G-guys! St-s-stop!" I screamed out. I stopped struggling when I felt an unwanted feeling crawling up through my stomach to my chest and throat. Shit, I'm going to throw up. "Michelle? Are you okay?" Tony asked pulling his hands away.
I shook my head no, and the guys pulled their hands away from me one by one. I sprang up from my position on the bed and ran to the bathroom connected to our room.
I barely made it to the toilet before the contents that were once in my stomach emptied into the toilet. I felt a familiar set if tattooed hands hold my hair back and rub my back soothingly as I continued to throw up.
"Come on baby, just breathe," Mike spoke softly, barely above a whisper.
I followed Mike's orders and breathed in through my nose and out throw my mouth repeatedly until my stomach seemed st ease.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice laced with worry.
I nodded my head slowly and began to get up from the floor, clutching onto Mike's shoulders as if my life depended on it. I brushed my teeth and rinsed my face off, feeling slightly better. I looked over to the side of the sink where my tampons sat, my face falling almost instantly. Shit.
~Mikes p.o.v~
Shit. Shit. Shit. I watched Michelle as she ran into the bathroom with her hand clamped over her mouth. Surely she's just got the flu, right? I mean we had sex without a condom like a week ago. It can't fucking happen that fast! She's just sick!
"Mike?" Vic asked, snapping his fingers in my face.
I sighed and got off the bed, trying to avoid the guys' eyes and ran into the bathroom after Michelle. I found her on the floor, holding onto the toilet for dear life as she emptied her stomach. Walking over to her, I pulled her hair behind her into a pony tail and sat cross legged next to her, rubbing her back in slow circles. All that was left now was dry heaves.
I broke the silence and spoke softly, "come on baby, just breathe." And she did just that.
It took her about three minutes before she got up, squeezing my shoulders in the process. I stayed seated on the floor, watching her every move, but mostly staring at her stomach. There could be a little Fuentes in there, and the thought made me scared shitless, but happy at the same time.
I looked up at Michelle's face as she was drying her face off, her eyes drifted off to the side of the sink. Her face turned from confussion to horror, I followed her gaze to see the tampons sitting there. Swallowing hard and loud, I looked back to Michelle's face, to see her bring a very shaky hand up to her mouth to shuffle the sobs that were threatening to break through at any moment. She looked back up at me and that's when she really started crying. I sat up quickly and wrapped her into a tight hug, but she pulled away from me immediately and ran out of the room slamming the doors in the process, and locking herself into another room in the house.
Well, fuck me sideways, running up a hill in the middle of winter.