“Well then, good morning, baby. How are you feeling?”
She pouted and said, “Okay. I’m not sure what happened. I’m so sorry.”
I rose and gently kissed her lips, then said, “As much as I wanted to play with those handcuffs, I was honestly exhausted.”
“Me, too. It felt amazing to sleep for so long. I’m so hungry, but I’m afraid to eat anything.” She slowly sat up. I sat up with her and held her as she snuggled into my chest. “I want to wake up every day like this, Walker. I don’t want to be apart.”
“Your dad offered to let us stay in the foreman’s house. We can move in anytime.”
Liza sighed. “Yeah. But maybe we should look for a little house in Llano. We can rent it for a while. Get out on our own. I mean, we’re going to be getting married, and we’ll have the baby. I’d like to have a place for her, and I can’t picture the foreman’s house as the place I want to bring my baby home to.” She turned and looked at me. “With our combined incomes, I think we could afford a little place.”
I smiled and kissed the top of her head. “My parents still own the house that was your mom’s. I could talk to them about renting it. I know no one is living there right now.”
“Really, Walker?” Liza said with a smile. “It would be amazing to have our own place to call home.”
I laughed and nodded. “I’ll call my parents right after I order you something to eat.”
Liza pushed the covers away and I took in her beautiful body.
“No, I’ll call the hotel restaurant and you call your parents!”
She walked into the bathroom and came out wrapped in one of their complementary robes. “I’ll use the hotel phone out here.”
I noticed she had her hand on her stomach as she left the bedroom. I guessed her stomach probably still didn’t feel right.
I looked around for my phone. Shit. It had been in my jeans pocket. I got up and walked into the bathroom. Yuck. I saw my jeans on the floor and picked them up, praying my phone was safe in my back pocket. When I found it, I noticed that I had two missed calls and one text. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I called our home number. No one usually answered, but I hoped my mother would.
“Hello, you’ve reached the Moore family. Please leave—”
I hung up and then called my father’s cell. It rang once.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Good morning to you too, Dad,” I said with a chuckle.
I heard my father say my name and my mother yelled something in the background.
“No call, no text, no hey our baby looked adorable. Nothing.”
I closed my eyes. I’d been so excited to get Liza to the hotel that I’d forgotten to call home. “Shit, Dad. I’m so sorry. We were on such a high. We got to the hotel and I asked Liza to marry me the proper way, with a ring. She threw up on me and we fell asleep.”
Silence.
“Dad? Are you still there?”
“Did you say Liza threw up on you?” my mother asked.
I must have been on speakerphone. I laughed and shook my head. “Yeah, right after I put the ring on her finger. She barfed on my bare chest and then…well, then I threw up.”
My parents both started laughing hysterically. I rolled my eyes, waiting for them to get it all out.
“Air…I need air…” my mother said as she laughed uncontrollably.
“Haha, it’s not that funny,” I said.
My father was still laughing as my mother kept repeating, “I’m okay. I’m okay now.”