“I will feel that way five hundred years from now,” he replied. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,” I said. “I would go to the courthouse with you tonight and get married.”
“I would do it right here and right now if we could,” he said.
“We should,” I replied, pulling myself up. “We should get me dressed and just go do it now. I want to be married to you.”
“As much as I love your enthusiasm and feel the same way, I think that we should wait until you are feeling a bit better,” he said with a kind smile. “We don’t want you puking on the Justice of the Peace in the middle of the ceremony or anything.”
“Yeah,” I said, rubbing my belly. “And sadly, that would be a real possibility.”
“That might put a damper on our plans.” He chuckled. “I don’t want our marriage license to smell like puke and plague.”
“Me neither.” I sighed, laying back down.
As much as I wanted to fight him on that point, I knew he was right. I could barely make it to the kitchen, much less get dressed and get married. I knew that I could be patient. He wasn’t going anywhere, and neither were our feelings for each other.
“I want you to make me a promise,” he said. “If you aren’t feeling better by Monday, I want you to go to the doctor. I’m serious. If nothing else, you could be getting way too dehydrated, and that will make you sick in itself.”
“I promise,” I said. “I don’t want to keep feeling like this. It’s absolutely miserable.”
“I know,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Sorry, hold on for one second. What’s up, John?”
I laid there and stared up at the ceiling as Nathan talked to John on the phone. It sounded like something was going on, and I felt bad that Nathan couldn’t seem to catch a break these days. There was always someone on his back about something, even if it had to do with work. I just wanted him to be able to relax. He hung up the phone and sighed, looking over at me.
“That was John being cryptic as usual,” he said. “He says it’s really important, so I have to go. I’ll call you when I’m done with him and see if you need anything.”
“Okay,” I said, smiling. “Be safe driving.”
“I will,” he replied, kissing my forehead.
I watched as Nathan left, looking more than annoyed that he was called away. I realized that I needed to tell Lindsey about getting married. She was my best friend, after all. I picked up the phone and dialed her number, pulling the phone to my ear.
“Hey, girl,” I said.
“Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Like death.” I laughed. “How are you?”
“That’s a complicated question,” she said.
“Uh oh. What’s wrong?”
“I’m in the area,” she said. “I’ll swing by.”
“Alright, I’ll be here on the couch,” I said. “The front door is unlocked, so just come in.”
It took Lindsey about ten minutes before she pulled up out front. When she came through the front door and into the living room, she stopped, pouting her lip. I waved in a sickly motion and gestured for her to come in.
“You poor thing,” she said. “You look like you feel terrible.”
“I have definitely been better,” I said.
“Sorry to intrude on you while you are sick, but I really have to vent,” she said, sitting down in the chair. “You know I don’t do well holding things in, and I just have to get it out.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I am losing my mind in the quiet anyway. Is it Jordan?”
“No, it’s not Jordan,” she said. “He is wonderful. It’s Sarah.”