Scooby was thankfully quick because I once again emptied whatever was left in my stomach into the bowl.
Scooby grabbed a washcloth and wet it, setting it against my forehead. “You feeling a little better?”
I nodded, leaning into him. Needles walked back in, and Scooby took the bowl from me, washing it out again.
“Amy’s given me authority to write you a prescription.” He handed me a piece of paper. “You can take it in anytime.”
“We’ll drop it off on our way home.” Scooby took it from me. “And I’ll pick it up once you’re tucked in because you’re going to bed and you’re gonna fuckin’ stay there for a few days.”
“Scooby—”
“That’s actually a good idea,” Needles said.
I groaned. “What?”
“You really need to get your feet back under you, Rowan. You’ve lost some weight, which is not good, and you’re obviously overdoing things, so you need to rest for a little while. Let us take care of you for a bit.”
“Yeah,” Scooby agreed. “We’ll cover the diner and Monty’ll cook for you.”
“And I’ll check in and make sure you’re doing okay.”
“Don’t you think this is a little overkill?” I asked.
“No,” they said, in stereo.
I sighed. “Okay, fine.”
“Wow,” Scooby breathed. “Thought that’d be a harder sell.”
“The chance to be waited on for a few days?” I pointed out. “Sign me up.”
He grinned. “Good answer.”
We headed home, dropping the prescription off at the pharmacy on the way home. I took a quick shower and climbed into bed, napping while he went to pick everything up. He woke me when he got home, making me take a pill, but then left me to sleep.
By the time I woke up, I rolled over to find Scooby asleep beside me. Glancing at the clock beside my bed, I realized that even though I’d been asleep for almost ten hours, I was still exhausted. After a quick run to the bathroom, and taking another one of the anti-nausea pills I found on the counter, I crawled back into bed and snuggled up beside him.
“You okay?” he asked, wrapping his arm around me.
“Yes. I took another pill. I feel great.”
“Good, baby.” He gave me a squeeze.
I kissed his chest. “Go back to sleep.”
“You’re gonna have to marry me before the baby comes,” he said sleepily.
I smiled. “I am?”
“Yeah,” he said. “You want a big wedding or quickie at the courthouse?”
“Quickie.” I wrapped my arm around his waist. “But I want the dress.”
“And a party at the club after? Would that be too much?”
“No, honey, that would be fun.” I sighed. “I figured out what I want to do with the money.”
“You did?”