Doctor’s Baby: An Enemies to Lovers Romance by Wright Aubrey

Author:Wright, Aubrey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Eve

If I wasn’t a hot mess before, I definitely am now.

I’m exhausted. My whole body is dead weight. My shins are killing me. The muscles in my lower back ache like nobody’s business. I want to shout at everyone and everything that makes so much as a peep of sound.

My heart hurts.

I wake up earlier than usual, the gurgling in my stomach rising into my chest and lodging itself in my throat. I have to throw the covers off and make a mad dash to the bathroom. Luckily, I make it in time to spill my guts into the toilet.

A vile acidity fills my mouth, coats my tongue. I stare in dismay at the murky toilet water, both fascinated and disgusted by the bits and pieces of last night’s dinner floating there. A-Ma made pork soup dumplings for dinner last night. Maybe the pork was undercooked? It seems kind of impossible given how great a cook A-Ma is, but I really don’t have any other explanation.

Two soft knocks sound at the bathroom door.

“What wrong?” A-Ma asks.

“It’s nothing,” I lie. “Go back to bed.”

“You still sick? I call work and stay home to take care of you.”

“No, A-Ma. Don’t do that. I’m fine.” As I speak, I choke at the gag reflex that wants me to lurch the remainder of my stomach contents into the toilet bowl. “Dinner’s just not sitting well with me.”

“Impossible,” she argues. “I make all the time. Easy family recipe.”

I snatch a bit of toilet paper from its roll and wipe my mouth. The rumbling in my tummy’s subsided, but I feel totally and horribly gross. I clean up my mess in the bathroom and open the door, squeezing past A-Ma as she tries to feel my forehead.

“Aiyah, you so warm,” she cries. “Go to bed. I bring tea.”

“I don’t need tea.”

“A-Ma knows best. Go lie down, go lie down.”

She all but follows me back to my bedroom, keeping a watchful eye on me.

I don’t get in bed like she asks. Instead, I get changed into some dance clothes and stuff my duffle bag full of things I’ll need for the day.

“What you doing?”

“I’m going to class.”

“No, you stay. If sick, you’re sick.”

I want to shout at A-Ma to leave me alone. I’m just not in the mood. But I would never dare to raise my voice at my mother. Instead, I place my hands on her shoulders and do my best to fake a smile.

“I’m totally fine. I promise. I’ve already taken the last three days off. I can’t afford to miss any more practice.”

A-Ma frowns as she reaches up to pat me on the cheek. “You work too hard.”

“Not hard enough, A-Ma. I’m not perfect yet.”

“You perfect to me.”

I wrap my arms around her small frame and hug her. She pats me slowly on the back.

“Something bothering you,” she mumbles. “You know you can talk to me, ah?”

“Yes, I know. I’m just stressed out about auditions.”

A-Ma pulls away and pinches my cheeks. “Stress, stress go away.

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