The Last Field Party by Abbi Glines

Author:Abbi Glines
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers
Published: 2022-11-22T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

MAGGIE

I didn’t have much time to worry about the running water being loud enough to drown out the sound of my vomiting. All I could do at the moment was grip the toilet and pray this ended soon. West had still been in bed sleeping when my eyes opened this morning and the first wave of nausea hit me. I had been as quiet as I could, but getting to the bathroom quickly had been my first priority.

Last night after I had led West back to the bed, I had lain awake until his breathing had told me he’d fallen asleep. He was hurting, and when he hurt, so did I. Maybe he understood his mother’s actions now, but I wasn’t sure that I ever would. Telling him that didn’t help matters, though. I had remained silent and let him talk. That was what he needed most.

The thought of West dying was something I didn’t want to consider. As much as I loved my aunt Coralee, Brady, and even my uncle Boone, West was my family. He was where my home was. Wherever he was, I wanted to be. This child inside of me was a part of him. I already loved it just as fiercely, and no loss or pain would change that.

I sat back on my heels and took a deep breath to make sure I was done before standing up and going over to the sink to wash my mouth out. I stared at my reflection. My face was far too pale, and West was going to notice. Hopefully a hot shower would put some color in my cheeks. I went to the tub and turned on the water. Closing my eyes tightly, I focused on breathing as more nausea waves hit me. This was worse than a stomach virus. Throwing up didn’t even ease it.

I glanced back down at the toilet, wondering if I should stay close to it for a few more minutes, but decided there was nothing else inside of me. I had cleared that out already. Instead I took off my clothing and stepped into the warmth of the running water. It was nice. The sickness didn’t go away, but it was soothed some. Maybe I should stay in here all morning.

Taking my time, I finished washing my hair and then my body. When I was done, I was tempted to stand under the water until it ran cold. But that would be unfair to West and Aunt Coralee if they needed to shower.

With one last blast of the warmth, I turned it off and stepped out to dry off. My nausea was still there, but I did feel clean. Opening the bathroom door, I stepped out to see West standing there staring at me. His arms were crossed over his chest and his jaw clenched tight. It was his angry stance.

It was a rare moment that it was ever directed at me. The last time I got that look from him

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