I splashed some cold water on my face before patting it dry with a paper towel. Stepping into the oncoming foot traffic, I decided to follow the herd of other travelers, convinced they would lead me straight to my destination. And they did.
When I was halfway down the escalator, I saw my husband standing at the bottom with a dimpled smile on his face, holding a sign that read:
I covered my face with my hands and burst into tears. My mind flashed back to Jack in the airport when we first dated, holding the sign that read:
I bolted from the escalator and straight into his waiting arms. His body was warm and comforting as he held me close.
“It wasn’t supposed to make you cry.” He kissed my head and patted my hair.
“The sign, Jack. The sign,” I blubbered into his T-shirt. “And I’ve really missed you.”
Holy hell, I need to stop crying all the time lately. Something is seriously wrong with me. I feel so out of control and unbalanced.
Jack’s thumb reached across my cheek and wiped my tears away. He leaned down, pressing his lips against mine, and my body melted into his. “I’ve missed you too. Let’s get your bag and get out of here.”
I nodded as he linked his fingers with mine. “How’s your hand feeling?”
“Good. Real good.” While we waited at the baggage claim carousel, he flexed and stretched his left hand before reaching for my small suitcase. “This it?” he asked as he pulled it off the spinning track.
“Yeah, just that.”
I don’t know why I checked it when it was small enough to carry on board. Occupational habit, maybe. Whenever I traveled for work, I always checked all my equipment and bags, so this routine was second nature to me.
“I’m getting stronger, you know,” he said, his eyebrows raised.
I flashed him a smile and squeezed his hand. “I knew you would.”
“And I gained another mile per hour on my fast-ball yesterday.” He grinned from ear to ear and my body heated with pride.
“Jack, that’s fantastic. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks, Kitten.” His face beamed with pleasure, the light brown rings closest to his pupils nearly glowing.
By the time we arrived at his hotel, my stomach betrayed me. I could barely stand up straight, it hurt so badly. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I hadn’t seen Jack in almost two weeks and now that we were together, I was sick?
“I’m sorry, Jack. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I looked at him apologetically as we waited for the elevator.
“Don’t be sorry, just get better. Did you eat breakfast this morning?”
I shook my head, the very idea of food making me want to hurl. “No. No food.”
“I’ll order—” he started to respond before I cut him off.
“No! I don’t want anything!” I fought to keep the nothing I’d eaten inside my body as the elevator rocked to a stop. I wrapped my arm across my tummy and attempted to walk.
“I got you,” Jack said before scooping me into his arms and carrying me down the long hallway. The last time he held me like this was after I’d gotten mugged in college. Some guy had come out of nowhere and stolen my camera and beat the crap out of me. When Jack finally found me, he picked me up and walked all the way to my apartment without stopping to catch his breath or slow his pace. It was the most romantic thing ever.
He was doing the same thing now. I leaned my body into his, listening to the sound of his heart beating against his muscled chest. It seemed like we walked for hours before we arrived at his hotel room door.
“I have to put you down,” he warned before placing my feet gently on the ground. “Can you stand?”
“Yeah,” I responded, my body doubled over in pain.
He swiped his keycard, the light turned green, and the lock made a clicking sound. Jack turned the handle and held the door open with his foot as I trudged inside. I rounded the corner and fell on top of his bed, pulling my knees to my chest.
“Kitten, what happened?” he asked as he sat down next to me on the bed. He propped pillows up behind him before pulling my head on top of his legs. His fingers ran through my hair and I could feel the intensity of his stare on me.
“Honestly, I’m not sure. I just don’t feel good all of a sudden.”
“I have to leave in two hours for the field, but I don’t want to leave you like this.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine after I nap or something. Don’t worry about me.”
He let out a loud huff. “Don’t worry about you? Okay, Kitten. Sure thing. Never gonna fucking happen.”
“I just meant that I’ll be fine. I probably just need sleep and food.” I hesitated. “At some point.”