Loved Bayou (Martin Family Book 1) by Brooke St. James

Author:Brooke St. James [St. James, Brooke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue House Press
Published: 2016-06-28T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

I stared at Jacob's angelic face, wondering why in the world he wanted to come into my house when I just told him I was sick.

"I'm sorry I made you go the other night," he said, in a rare vulnerable tone. "I've waited three days to bring this over here to you." He lifted the stool, which drew my eye to it.

"I'm not taking that," I said.

My stomach was still cramping, so I paused to let an especially bad wave pass. Jacob reached out and touched my shoulder. "Let's go inside," he said, reasonably. He gently pushed his way inside, balancing the stool in one hand as he turned me with the other. "I won't stay if you don't want me to," he said, following me into my living room. "I'll just help you get settled in."

I sickly sauntered back to my spot on the couch, and fell onto it, not caring a bit that I probably looked like a hot mess. I reminded myself that it shouldn't matter because I was mad at him, anyway. I closed my eyes, feeling a bit like I was on a ship that was tossing about at sea.

"Do you have a heating pad?" I heard Jacob say. It seemed like he was standing close to me, but I didn't open my eyes.

"For what?" I asked, deliriously.

"For your stomach," he said. "It might help."

"I don't have a heating pad," I said.

"I'm gonna go get you one," he said. "I'll be right back. Don't lock the door behind me even if you're mad. The heat's gonna make you feel better."

"I'll just call my mom to bring me one," I said.

"Why when I'm right here?" he asked.

I felt his hand come down on my forehead. I was startled by it, and I opened my eyes as I flinched. Jacob was sitting on my coffee table regarding me with a sweet half smile. I gave him a tired smile as I closed my eyes again. He kept his hand on my head, using his thumb to stroke my hair.

"I'll just go get it so you don't have to call your mom. I have one at my house from when I injured my shoulder. It'll take me five minutes."

"I'm gonna lock the door behind you," I said. It was obviously an empty promise, and I delivered it weakly.

"No you're not," he said. "You're gonna stay right here and wait for me to get back. It won't be a miracle or anything, but it'll help."

I smiled at him without opening my eyes. "Thank you," I said.

With that, Jacob stood and headed for the door. I peeked at him while he was walking away and smiled inwardly at how I was comforted by the thought of him coming back.

"I'll be right back," he yelled without looking back as he opened the door. I glanced around the room once he was gone and saw the stool sitting along the wall. It wasn't the place I would end up putting it, but I loved having it in my house, and I probably wouldn't beg him too hard to take it back.

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