“You’re leaving?” Mikey asked, blinking up at her uncle as she pulled the large towel around her shoulders.
“No,” he said with a snort of disgust. “Like I’m driving through that again.”
“Then where are you sleeping?” Mikey asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously on her uncle.
“Your room,” he said with a shrug, sounding bored as he walked past her and headed towards her bedroom with Mikey quickly following in his tracks and demanding that he sleep on the couch, but Eric ignored her.
Reese, however, ignored everyone but the small woman curled up in the bathtub, looking absolutely miserable as hot water continued to spray down on her. He continued to watch her for another moment before he turned around and left the bathroom so that he could toss his bag in her room before heading to the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” Sara asked several minutes later as she let herself into the house and toed off her snow-caked boots as she set the large grocery bags she was carrying aside.
“Sleepover in Mikey’s room,” he said, going to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of apple juice and a can of ginger ale, not really sure which one Kasey wanted at the moment.
“Reese-”
Shaking his head, he stared at the refrigerator door. “Don’t.”
“Yeah, umm, I’m not letting you near her until I know that you’re not going to be a tool about this,” she warned him, which at any other time he would have appreciated.
“Just go to bed, Sara,” he said, in absolutely no fucking mood to deal with this tonight.
Not after the day he’d had and not after he’d driven here through a fucking blizzard to see Kasey only to find out…
“Is it true?” he asked, closing the refrigerator door to face the woman standing in front of the hallway with her arms folded over her chest as she tried to warn him off with a scowl that had him shaking his head in disgust.
“Is what true? That the love that we dare not speak its name has made you a daddy? Is that what you wanted to know?” she asked, blinking as he stepped in front of her.
“Yes,” he bit out.
“Oh,” she said, checking her manicure, “that’s really not my place to say.”
“Move,” he said, gesturing with the ginger ale for her to step aside.
“I really can’t do that,” she said with a shrug.
“You really can,” he said, shifting the soda to his other hand so that it was holding both beverages.
“No,” she said firmly, and as much as he appreciated her being here for Kasey, she was also pissing him off.
With a heavy sigh, he reached behind her, grabbed her by the coat, picked her up and moved her out of the way as he ignored her, “Hey!”
“Goodnight, Sara,” he said, pointedly as he headed back to the bathroom with absolutely no idea what he was going to say.
“Wait! You’re going to need this,” she said, rushing to join him so that she could shove the grocery bags that she’d brought with her into his arms.
“What’s all this?” he asked, frowning down at the bags filled with junk food.
“Her nausea medication and something to hold her over in the morning,” she said with a firm nod as she pushed past him and went into Mikey’s room.
“Bed’s mine,” she announced as she strolled into the room and closed the door behind her, blocking out the complaints of the room’s other two occupants.
He paused by the bathroom and wasn’t surprised to find Kasey gone. Nodding, he walked the rest of the way to the bedroom to find her curled up in the middle of the bed, naked, wet, and trembling.
“I don’t feel so good,” she mumbled, curling more tightly into herself as he stepped into the room and kicked the door shut behind him.
He didn’t say anything as he toed off his boots and kicked them aside on his way to the nightstand where he placed the bags down so that he could search for her medicine. Once he found the prescription, he checked the dosage, tipped two pills into his hand and moved to carefully kneel on the bed next to her.
“Open up, sweetheart,” he said, gently placing the pills in her mouth when she did.
Closing her eyes, she set her jaw firmly as she waited for the pills to dissolve. Needing to stay busy, he pulled his clothes off and tossed them aside until he was stripped down to his boxers. Once that was done, he grabbed a shirt out of his bag and helped her pull it on before he moved her so that he could tuck her in. When there was nothing else that he could do to buy himself a little more time, he turned the lights off, crawled into bed behind her and wrapped his arm around her.
Pressing his lips against the back of her neck, he closed his eyes and said, “I’m going to put in for a transfer.”
*-*-*-*
“Where?” Kasey asked, breathing through the last of the nausea.
“Here,” he said quietly as he carefully pulled her closer.
“Reese-” she started to say with a sigh only to be cut off with the sweetest answer, but it didn’t change the fact that she couldn’t let him do that.
“I hate being away from you and Mikey,” he said softly against the back of her neck.
“Don’t do that,” she said, wishing they could hold off on having this discussion until after the medication kicked in and the morning sickness had passed for the night. It would be even better if they waited until she could sit up without her head spinning and threatening to drop her on her ass.
“Why?” he asked, going still behind her.
“Can we talk about this later, Reese?” she asked, praying that he took pity on her and just let it go for now.
“I’m not leaving you again, Kasey,” he said firmly, making her smile despite the fact that her stomach was trying to rebel against the nausea medication.
“I’m not asking you to, Yummy.”
“Then what are you saying exactly?”
Sighing, she rolled over onto her back only to keep on going until she was curled up on her side and facing him when her stomach sent her a warning that she decided would be in her best interest to obey. Reaching up, she ran her fingers over his jaw, enjoying the way the light stubble felt against her skin and trying not to think about just how much she’d missed him.
“I don’t want you changing your life for us, Reese,” she said, setting her hand on his chest.
Chuckling he leaned in and kissed her. “You are my life.”
“Reese,” she said on a sigh, torn between smiling and seeing how quickly she could make it to the closet before the panic kicked in.
“What’s really going on, sweetheart?” he asked, giving her the distraction that she needed.
“I don’t think we’re going to be staying here for very much longer,” she admitted as she shifted her attention to the Celtic tattoo on his chest.
“Why?”
“It’s just time to move on,” she said with a shrug as she traced her finger along the outline of his tattoo.
“That and you hate it here,” he guessed correctly.