She began pushing me away but I grabbed onto her. “Liza, what’s wrong.”
“I need…to…”
She tried to push past me, but I brought her in my arms. She looked pale. “You’re scaring me, Liza. What’s wrong?”
“Walker, please, let me go I need…”
Her eyes filled with tears. Oh God. Is she regretting saying “yes” to me? I let go of her as she slid the door open and ran into the room. I followed her as she dashed into the bathroom. I grabbed her before she got in there and spun her around. I was just about to beg her to tell me what was wrong when she threw up all over me.
I jumped back and looked down to see puke covering my chest.
“Oh my gosh, oh Walker. I’m so…”
She quickly ran to the toilet and threw up again. I tried not to think about the vomit all over me as I made my way to her. She threw up again and the sight of it made me gag. I turned around and looked down at the puke on my chest. I gaged again and turned around.
“Liza, move, baby. I have to throw up!”
She looked up at and gave me a dirty look. I covered my mouth when I saw she had puke dripping on her mouth. I looked around and ran to the bathtub. Liza and I were both throwing up now. I turned on the tap, splashing water on my chest to rinse off the puke. Every time I thought I was done, Liza would throw up again, making me start all over again.
She finally leaned back and crawled over to the wall where she took deep breaths. I somehow managed to get my soaking wet jeans off and grabbed a washcloth. I ran it under hot water and handed it to her.
She smiled at me. “I’m so sorry I threw up on you. I ruined our perfect moment.”
I sat down on the cold, tile floor and chuckled. “I don’t think it’s ruined. Imagine the story you’ll have for our kids when they ask about when Daddy asked you to marry him.”
She laughed, but then put her hand on her stomach. “Walker, I’m not feeling well. Can we shower and just lay down for a bit?”
Standing, I pushed off my boxer briefs and reached down for her. I walked her over to the shower, reached in and turned it on to hot. I led her into the shower and began washing her body.
“So relaxing,” she mumbled.
I popped open the little shampoo. I washed and conditioned her hair as she let out moan after moan. I liked taking care of her, and I couldn’t wait to do it for the rest of our lives. Holding the removable showerhead, I rinsed her body and then her hair. I replaced the showerhead and turned off the water. Reaching out, I grabbed two towels. We both laughed when I failed miserably at wrapping her hair. She ended up doing it herself.
I took her hand and led her out of the shower. I dried her off and wrapped her in the towel before I grabbed a towel and dried myself off.
When I picked her up, she rested her head on my chest.
“I don’t feel so well,” she mumbled.
I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I pulled back the comforter and the silk sheets before setting Liza down. I pulled the towel off of her head and gently dried her hair some so she wouldn’t have to lie on soaking wet hair. When it got at least a little less wet, I lifted Liza’s legs and had her lie down.
I leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “Get some sleep, baby.”
She reached out and grabbed my arm. “Please hold me, Walker.”
I walked around the bed, discarded my towel, and crawled under the covers. I pulled Liza into me and held her as her breathing began to slow. When her body completely relaxed, I knew she was asleep. I smiled knowing that soon I’d be holding her like this every single night.
I hadn’t told Liza that I’d talked to our parents about building a house. Originally, I was going to build it on the back half of my parents’ property, but Layton and my dad said they had a better idea. They’d recently bought Mimi and Frank’s property. They were the older couple that had land next to Layton’s. Layton and my father were planning to split up the property and give Ava, Liza, Jase, and me equal shares. Since Liza and I were getting married, we’d own half the land. I couldn’t wait to tell Liza. I’d already gone with my father and Layton to walk the property line. They’d surveyed it and it was now four separate properties. Liza and mine’s butted up next to each other. The way they’d divided it out, we all had a piece of the Llano River running through our land. Liza was going to be over the moon—she currently thought we’d be living in the foreman’s house.
I closed my eyes and drew house plans in my head as I drifted into peaceful slumber.
I FELT LIZA’S breath on my neck before I heard her whisper my name. I opened my eyes and found the most intense blue eyes staring back at me.
“Good morning,” she whispered as she kissed my lips.
I brought her in closer and held her, smiling. “Did we sleep all afternoon and night?”
She giggled and nodded.