The 12 Gays of Christmas: A Holiday Family Bakery Novel by Connor David & Mulder E. F

Author:Connor, David & Mulder, E. F. [Connor, David]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-11-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

“I should probably be back at the shop,” Troy said. “I know he’d want me selling Christmas cakes and jelly rolls bright and early tomorrow, but frick, I don’t want to leave him.”

Spencer could hardly make out his baby brother sitting in the chair at the foot of the bed. “Troy.” Hs name came out barely a croak, one no one heard, apparently. There were two other people in the cubicle, which was probably breaking some sort of hospital protocol. One was Getty, for sure.

“Stay. I’ll head back in a few minutes.”

Spencer recognized his voice.

“He’ll want to see you.”

Spencer wanted to see Getty too.

“He’ll want to see you too.”

“There you go, baby brother,” Spencer thought.

“Is Isabelle doing okay?”

“She went up to maternity. Yes.”

“It was pretty sweet of her to insist on coming,” Troy said softly, looking at his shoes.

“You already knew she was sweet, Troy.”

“Yeah.”

“She cares about Spence, because she cares about you… and because she knows I care about him. And I know how great you are.” Getty had his arm across Troy’s shoulders. “And how great you are to my Tinkerbell.”

“Even when I mouth off?”

“Well… hopefully the arguments are few. I’m pretty stoked to have you as the father of my grandson.”

“Or granddaughter.”

“Or granddaughter.”

“I might like to get a look at those babies too… see what I’m in for… after Sleeping Homely wakes up.”

“It’s just sleeping.”

“From a sedative. Yeah. I have to keep reminding myself of that.”

A sedative that was making Spencer’s brain a little fuzzy. If it wasn’t Isabelle sitting beside Troy, who was it? “Turkey?”

“He’s awake,” Getty said.

Whoever it was, they were left alone when Troy bolted toward the head of the hospital bed. “Dude. How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” Spencer cleared his throat. “Really tired.”

“That’s what exhaustion is,” Troy said. “You’ve been working too hard, doing too much, Spenny. That’s what the doctor said.”

Then the doctor came in and told Spencer himself. “You’re dehydrated, hypoglycemic, with sinus tachycardia most probably brought on by anxiety. Your body had enough.”

“So what happens now?” Spencer asked.

“You rest. We pump you full of fluids for a couple hours, and you rest overnight.”

“Overnight? No. I have things to do.” Spencer went to sit up. “You just said nothing is really wrong.” His dizziness rather disagreed.

“That’s not what I said at all.” The physician was on the side of the dizziness. “You’ll want to lie back down.”

“See?” Troy gently pushed on Spencer’s chest, forcing back to the pillow. “Something is wrong. And it’s going to get worse if you don’t slow down. You know what this reminded me of?”

Spencer gave in and put his head back on the pillow. “It isn’t bad like that. The shop…”

“Will be just fine if we’re away a day.”

“A day? A day!”

“An hour or two,” Getty said. “We’ll open a little late in the morning, and then close an hour and come and pick you up. No big deal.”

“The cakes…”

“It’s a great thing you’re doing, Mr. Holiday,” the ER doc said. “But come on. Take a day off.

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