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hi guys, if you want to spend a whole day in the ER and freak everyone in your family out. Maybe try forming a kidney stone.

But for real the last 24 hours has been torture and i rate kidney stones -1,000,000,000/10

however in case no one has thought of them before they’re a great sickfic/whump idea. 😅

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Andy, look at this watch... 😵‍💫 you want to write Drew's baby bump popping in sooo badly 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Sorry this took me so long!!!! I really hope that everyone hasn't forgotten that I exist. I hope that Drew and Finn being cute and lovey is enough of an apology for being MIA for so long.... No emeto in this one but coming soon....

~~~

Drew was standing in front of the full length mirror in the corner of her room. She peeled off the shirt she had put on and threw it on the growing pile of discarded clothes on her bed.

She knew that her body was going to change, she was growing a whole person, but she didn’t think that it happened overnight.

Well, probably not overnight, this was the first time she was trying to wear jeans in a couple weeks… typically settling on leggings and big t-shirts or other more comfortable clothes since she’s been pregnant.

She looked at herself in the mirror, the waistband of her jeans folded down to accommodate her growing bump. Drew was tired of her clothes not fitting, her boobs spilled out of her bras and now her jeans didn’t fit and all of her shirts hugged her body in a way that made her feel… bad.

After her getting through her first trimester the morning sickness had let up significantly. She still had her triggers and her bad days, but for the most part she was just hungry. And that showed with how quickly her stomach swelled in the past few weeks. 

“Are you almost ready?” Finn asked, walking into the room and seeing his girlfriend standing topless in front of the mirror and her mountain of shirts on her bed.

She turned toward him and shrugged, “Nothing fits.”

“Isn’t the folded waistband like a trend now? You’re trendy.” Finn offered, trying to respond without making Drew upset.

“Yeah, when you’re cute and skinny, not when you’re slowing inflating like a fucking balloon.” Drew turned back around and sighed, carding through what was left in her closet. 

“You’re very cute, Love. Stunning even.” Finn said, coming up behind her and wrapping an arm around her and nuzzling his nose into her neck. “No matter what you decide to wear, you will look great.” He rubbed her stomach with his thumb and she leaned back into him. “It’s only Remy and Mila, you could show up to dinner in a t-shirt and stretchy shorts, they don’t care.”

“I just wanted to look nice for a night. I wanted to feel like me.” Drew pulled away from Finn and dug through the shirts on her bed, pulling out a blue babydoll top that covered the folded waistband of her jeans.

After she pulled the shirt over her head and adjusted it, she turned back toward Finn. He grabbed her hand and smiled, “See? You look beautiful.” He leaned in and gave her a kiss. “We can go out and get you some maternity clothes soon? Maybe that’ll help you feel more like you… clothes that fit you better?”

Drew nodded and looked up at him, “Yeah, maybe that’ll help… I just have to get some shoes on and then I’ll be ready to go.”

Finn let her hand go and she headed toward the hallway. “Drew?” He called, making her turn around to look at him. 

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” 

Drew made a face and scoffed, “I love you too, weirdo.” Then she turned back around and disappeared down the hall.

Finn smiled to himself, she really was the love of his life.

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Farewell Dinner

"This was my first teaching job," Vince said, raising his glass. Ahead of him, around two tables pushed together, there were the teachers of Doveport High, "and I'd like to thank you for taking me. I want to thank you for trusting me with these kids, for sharing with me all your knowledge and experience-" he looked at the principal, who was straight ahead of him and had her elbows on the table, a huge smile open, "and for helping me with this transition, vouching for me at every turn. Thank you."

There were claps, Mr. Turella — the math's teacher — tugging on Vince's shoulder as soon as he sat down in order to give him a side hug and mess up his curls.

Max was sitting on Vince's opposite side and he didn't say anything, only raised his glass as if in a toast and finished off his soda. Vince quickly got pulled into a conversation with Mr. Turella and Mrs. Lobdell.

Halfway through dinner, a little after their pizza had just arrived, Vince's phone vibrated. He expected it to be a text from his girlfriend, or maybe his mother — who had just recently come to terms with the fact he'd be moving in two weeks and was particularly clingy — but instead it was from Luke.

Luke: are you talking with Leo?

Well, that was weird.

Vince frowned at the screen, glancing up and catching Max curiously peering at him. He probably couldn't read the text from this distance, but his curiosity was clear.

"Everything alright?" Max whispered, as he leaned in to grab the bottle of olive oil and Vin shrugged.

"I don't know, I hope so," he answered truthfully, starting to type back his response.

Vin: No, why?

Vin: Should I??

Vin: I'm out having dinner with the teachers, but if its important I can call him.

There wasn't an immediate answer and Vince lowered his phone back to the table, attention piked as Turella was talking about the cabin.

"You're gonna keep renting it out, son?" Mark was positively sloshed, Vince could tell by the blush creeping up his cheeks and the manic glint in his eyes. It was quite amusing to see the usual stuck up teacher loosen up like that.

"I'm not sure," Vince shrugged, "It's going to be more out of hand now, but I'll still be coming to Doveport frequently and we loved the place. The lake especially."

"Hmm," the man nodded, pouring some more wine even though he didn't need any and Vince went on to keep eating, from the corner of his eye he could see Max playing around with his food as he talked with the arts teacher, Sarah, "let me know, missus is considering selling the place."

"That'd be a bummer-" Vince started to answer, only to be interrupted once more by his phone vibrating.

Luke: I don't think it is urgent, nvm. Have fun at your dinner!

He frowned at the text, surely something was afoot, but now was not the right time to unpack it.

Very quickly they moved on to dessert and then finally, around 9:30 PM, they paid the bill and split up.

"See you Monday, Monacelli," Fernanda, his principal, tiptoed to give him a hug, "and congratulations on the Welton job once more. Ophelia was over the moon you accepted."

"Thank you so much for referring me, Fernanda," Vince hugged her back, then waved as he saw her run to catch a ride with Mr. Turella. He let out a happy sigh and was about to walk home — he wasn't far from his place and hadn't wanted to ride there — when a small groan caused him to stop walking.

Max's truck was parked closer to entryway of the parking lot than the other teachers', whom had all arrived first and gotten a spot near the door. Which would've made him the first to leave, but instead his car was still there and the blonde was sitting on the driver's seat, door open and his hand cradling his forehead, elbow planted on his knees, both legs out of the car.

"Max?" Vince circled the car, frowning, "hey, you okay?"

Another groan answered him and Max shook his head, "food... Dinner's not sitting well..." His voice was quiet, clipped with pain. He pressed a hand to his mouth, muffling a burp, "ugh... You can go. Congrats again, man-"

"I'm not going anywhere," Vince rolled his eyes, stepping closer to he could plant a sympathetic hand on Max's shoulder. Now that he was close enough, he could see that the other man's face was covered with perspiration and he was swallowing convulsively. Eyes squeezed shut and his hair was slipping out from the knot on the base of his skull, falling like golden curtains around his face and just about ready to be coated in vomit.

Vince carefully pulled the strands back, undoing the low ponytail so he could redo it on top of Max's head and causing the other guy to let out a little amused huff.

"Are you- Are you playing with my hair?"

"Just getting it out of the way," Vince snorted, "want me to get you anything? A soda to help you burp? Maybe it's just g-"

Before he could finish the sentence, Max pitched forward and nearly fell out of the car, bracing against the door as he let out a wet burp, followed by a retch and a mouthful of chunky stuff fell in the gravel.

Vince wrinkled his nose in disgust, kicking up the little rocks in order to cover the mess and patted Max's back as he panted as if he had just ran a marathon. He still hadn't sat up straight, folded in the middle and staring intently with his mouth half open.

"Don't fight it," Vince sighed, continuing to pat his back and forcing up another burp from Max's mouth. He was drooling like crazy, spitting twice and continuing to hyperventilate, "I'm sorry dinner is doing you dirty like that-"

"Don't-" Max whined, his voice thick with nausea. His back arched as he retched, violently, but nothing came up, "don't mention it..."

"Sorry," Vince cringed, then settled against the car, waiting patiently as Max continued to bring up little sick burps and spit out, not actually puking. It went on for a long minute, so Vin asked, "do you think you're done...?"

"No-ourp," Max shook his head, gagging mid word, "won't c'me up.."

"Alright, uh- Don't hate me," Vince said, then moved closer, planting his hand over Max's stomach — bloated and warm, pressing against his grey button up — and pressed right on top of it, like Wendy had done with him before.

The results were immediate, Max heaved and then pitched forward with his whole body as he projectile vomited all over the gravel. A deep, brassy burp preceded the next wave before he could even take a breath and Vince plastered his back against the car in order to avoid getting his shoes covered in sick.

Max face, previously white and clammy, now was moving from pink to purple and he coughed as something got stuck in his throat, wrapping an arm around his unsettled stomach and squeezing it, in a makeshift Heimlich maneuver.

"Hey, you'll hurt yourself-" Vince planted a hand on Max's wrist, just as the blonde coughed one final chunky mouthful and went boneless. He would've fallen out of the car if Vince didn't suddenly grab him by the shoulders, "Whoa! Okay, don't pass out on me-"

"Fuck," Max wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, gagging softly, "sorry- Why the fuck would you press on my gut like that...?!"

Vince blinked, then his cheeks burned and so did his ears as he shrugged, wondering if he had just overstepped the limits of their friendship. Luke wouldn't have minded. Leo wouldn't have. Jonah would've bitten his head off by now though...

There was no way, he had given Max a belly rub before.

"I just figured you could use the help..." Vince said awkwardly and Max stared at him, blushing and feeling like he had stepped over boundaries, "I'm sorry."

"Uhm," the blonde wrinkled his nose, lowering his head to Vince's shoulder, "it helped, I guess..." as if to contradict him, his stomach let out an upset gurgle, so loud that Vince could hear too and caused the blonde to curl up with a cramp, "my stomach's fucking killing me."

"You only had two slices of pizza," Vince pouted and then felt his face burn as Max said:

"You counted?" followed by an amused scoff, "yeah, I don't know if it was the dinner, I was already feeling sort of fucked after lunch..."

"Shouldn't have come then, Max," Vince berated, lowering a hand to Max's back and rubbing up and down, since the blonde was still folded on the middle, still with his forehead on Vin's shoulder.

"Couldn't miss your goodbye dinner, c'mon," Max grumbled, then patted his arm with a groan, "uhm- Move... Move, I-" he gagged once more and Vin jumped out of the way just a much more liquid wave hit the ground, right in the spot he had been occupying, "God..."

"Yeah, dude, I think you're actually just sick," Vince sighed, planting a hand on Max's nape and squeezing it in a friendly manner, feeling the mild heat rolling off of him, "let me take you home."

"Buy me dinner first," Max moaned, spitting the bitter taste from his mouth and causing Vince to let out a cackle as he reached around the man and grabbed his arm, trying to help him circle the car so he could collapse on the passenger seat.

"Pretty sure I just did," Vince grinned, holding Max up as soon as his feet hit the ground and he nearly collapsed, knees buckling, "hey, I'm not that swoon worthy."

"Fuck off," Max's face turned pink once more and despite his bitter words, he pressed against Vin's side with his whole body, mushing his face against Vin's jacket, "you're such a dick."

"You're gonna miss me," Vince teased him, patting his back and continuing to guide Max around the truck.

The blonde was blinking dizzily as he sat down once more, lifting up a finger for Vin to wait before closing the door and muffling a string of sick burps against his hand, each more wet than the previous one. He let out a groan, "fuck me," then rubbed uneasily at his chest, trying to bring up the burp that was stuck there.

Vince opened a bright smile, patting his friend's back with a little more force and causing him to let out a nasty, frothy burp as he did that, "no can do, I have a girlfriend."

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Andy, look at this watch... 😵‍💫 you want to write Drew's baby bump popping in sooo badly 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Sorry this took me so long!!!! I really hope that everyone hasn't forgotten that I exist. I hope that Drew and Finn being cute and lovey is enough of an apology for being MIA for so long.... No emeto in this one but coming soon....

~~~

Drew was standing in front of the full length mirror in the corner of her room. She peeled off the shirt she had put on and threw it on the growing pile of discarded clothes on her bed.

She knew that her body was going to change, she was growing a whole person, but she didn’t think that it happened overnight.

Well, probably not overnight, this was the first time she was trying to wear jeans in a couple weeks… typically settling on leggings and big t-shirts or other more comfortable clothes since she’s been pregnant.

She looked at herself in the mirror, the waistband of her jeans folded down to accommodate her growing bump. Drew was tired of her clothes not fitting, her boobs spilled out of her bras and now her jeans didn’t fit and all of her shirts hugged her body in a way that made her feel… bad.

After her getting through her first trimester the morning sickness had let up significantly. She still had her triggers and her bad days, but for the most part she was just hungry. And that showed with how quickly her stomach swelled in the past few weeks. 

“Are you almost ready?” Finn asked, walking into the room and seeing his girlfriend standing topless in front of the mirror and her mountain of shirts on her bed.

She turned toward him and shrugged, “Nothing fits.”

“Isn’t the folded waistband like a trend now? You’re trendy.” Finn offered, trying to respond without making Drew upset.

“Yeah, when you’re cute and skinny, not when you’re slowing inflating like a fucking balloon.” Drew turned back around and sighed, carding through what was left in her closet. 

“You’re very cute, Love. Stunning even.” Finn said, coming up behind her and wrapping an arm around her and nuzzling his nose into her neck. “No matter what you decide to wear, you will look great.” He rubbed her stomach with his thumb and she leaned back into him. “It’s only Remy and Mila, you could show up to dinner in a t-shirt and stretchy shorts, they don’t care.”

“I just wanted to look nice for a night. I wanted to feel like me.” Drew pulled away from Finn and dug through the shirts on her bed, pulling out a blue babydoll top that covered the folded waistband of her jeans.

After she pulled the shirt over her head and adjusted it, she turned back toward Finn. He grabbed her hand and smiled, “See? You look beautiful.” He leaned in and gave her a kiss. “We can go out and get you some maternity clothes soon? Maybe that’ll help you feel more like you… clothes that fit you better?”

Drew nodded and looked up at him, “Yeah, maybe that’ll help… I just have to get some shoes on and then I’ll be ready to go.”

Finn let her hand go and she headed toward the hallway. “Drew?” He called, making her turn around to look at him. 

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” 

Drew made a face and scoffed, “I love you too, weirdo.” Then she turned back around and disappeared down the hall.

Finn smiled to himself, she really was the love of his life.

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Andy, look at this watch... 😵‍💫 you want to write Drew's baby bump popping in sooo badly 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Sorry this took me so long!!!! I really hope that everyone hasn't forgotten that I exist. I hope that Drew and Finn being cute and lovey is enough of an apology for being MIA for so long.... No emeto in this one but coming soon....

~~~

Drew was standing in front of the full length mirror in the corner of her room. She peeled off the shirt she had put on and threw it on the growing pile of discarded clothes on her bed.

She knew that her body was going to change, she was growing a whole person, but she didn’t think that it happened overnight.

Well, probably not overnight, this was the first time she was trying to wear jeans in a couple weeks… typically settling on leggings and big t-shirts or other more comfortable clothes since she’s been pregnant.

She looked at herself in the mirror, the waistband of her jeans folded down to accommodate her growing bump. Drew was tired of her clothes not fitting, her boobs spilled out of her bras and now her jeans didn’t fit and all of her shirts hugged her body in a way that made her feel… bad.

After her getting through her first trimester the morning sickness had let up significantly. She still had her triggers and her bad days, but for the most part she was just hungry. And that showed with how quickly her stomach swelled in the past few weeks. 

“Are you almost ready?” Finn asked, walking into the room and seeing his girlfriend standing topless in front of the mirror and her mountain of shirts on her bed.

She turned toward him and shrugged, “Nothing fits.”

“Isn’t the folded waistband like a trend now? You’re trendy.” Finn offered, trying to respond without making Drew upset.

“Yeah, when you’re cute and skinny, not when you’re slowing inflating like a fucking balloon.” Drew turned back around and sighed, carding through what was left in her closet. 

“You’re very cute, Love. Stunning even.” Finn said, coming up behind her and wrapping an arm around her and nuzzling his nose into her neck. “No matter what you decide to wear, you will look great.” He rubbed her stomach with his thumb and she leaned back into him. “It’s only Remy and Mila, you could show up to dinner in a t-shirt and stretchy shorts, they don’t care.”

“I just wanted to look nice for a night. I wanted to feel like me.” Drew pulled away from Finn and dug through the shirts on her bed, pulling out a blue babydoll top that covered the folded waistband of her jeans.

After she pulled the shirt over her head and adjusted it, she turned back toward Finn. He grabbed her hand and smiled, “See? You look beautiful.” He leaned in and gave her a kiss. “We can go out and get you some maternity clothes soon? Maybe that’ll help you feel more like you… clothes that fit you better?”

Drew nodded and looked up at him, “Yeah, maybe that’ll help… I just have to get some shoes on and then I’ll be ready to go.”

Finn let her hand go and she headed toward the hallway. “Drew?” He called, making her turn around to look at him. 

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” 

Drew made a face and scoffed, “I love you too, weirdo.” Then she turned back around and disappeared down the hall.

Finn smiled to himself, she really was the love of his life.

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Hi everyone, just popping in to say that I’m still here!

I also have on good account that if you take charcoal tablets to settle your stomach and then puke later, your vomit will, in fact, be black.

Which can be mildly alarming… just in case anyone needed any ideas for fics or anything :)

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Just a Matter of Time

No emeto in this one just plot. It's been awhile since I've written these boys.

~~~

It was longer than usual between the trips that Julian typically took up to Max’s campus. They barely had time to see each other over the holidays and then once the new semester started Julian was overwhelmed with his classes and then being sick and then everyone else getting sick. Life had just been a mess. 

The joys of being a (kind of) adult. 

The drive didn’t feel nearly long enough to prepare for this visit. Julian knew what this would bring, and he hadn’t seen or talked to Max in person for almost 2 months. 

His breath hitched when he saw him come out of his dorm with a huge smile on his face. His hair was longer, curling out around his ears and he looked happy. 

“Hi Jules!” Max hopped into the car and leaned across the center console to give Julian a kiss.

“I’m so glad you could come up this weekend. It has been forever since we’ve been able to get together, and my roommate went home this weekend so we will have the dorm to ourselves and some of my friends that I made this semester want to meet you.” When Max paused and finally really looked at Julian, his smile fell. “Is everything okay?” He asked quietly. 

“Is there somewhere good and quiet where we could talk?” 

Max and Julian walked in silence, hand in hand as they walked through the sculpture garden Max had taken them to. 

They came into a circle clearing where there were benches and a fountain, and Max led Julian to a bench to sit.

“You’re not staying the weekend are you?” Max asked, staring at the fountain.

“No.” Julian responded, squeezing his hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to catch you off guard, but I wanted to talk in person. I- I felt like you deserved for me to talk to you in person.”

Max sighed and wiped at his face, “I think I was kinda in denial. Wishful thinking really, that we could go months living our own lives and then come back together and everything would be fine.”

“I love you, Max. I really really do and that hasn’t changed. I just, I feel like we’re holding each other back… from experiencing new and different things, which is what this part of our lives are for. You seem so happy here, and I’m so happy that you’re happy. I don’t want to be in the way of that.” 

“I know, and I love you too.”

They were both silent for a good while, listening to the water flowing in the fountain. Being in each other’s presence and holding hands. 

“It was just a matter of time really…” Max mumbled. “Maybe after college if we’re both in a better place and I’m back home we can try again?”

Julian nodded, “Yeah, maybe.”

“We’re still friends? I can still reach out and see how you are?”

Julian turned toward Max and nodded again, “Yeah, we’re still friends. I feel like we’ve just been friends for a little while.”

Max gave a sad laugh, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Max sniffled and rubbed at his face again before getting up.

“Well, your trip up here doesn’t have to be a complete waste… There’s this really cool themed diner that had the best chicken sandwich. Want to get lunch? As friends?”

“Yeah, we can get lunch… as friends.”

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I know you said that vince and max are still gonna be friends if/when vince moves back but it’s still gonna break my heart, i can feel it

The Belly Rub

"Are you meal prepping?" Max overheard Wendy ask Vince and he used his elbows to raise himself on the couch just in time to see her hug her boyfriend from behind and plant a kiss on his back, Vince moving his body so Max could see dozens of plastic containers being filled up with food.

"He clearly cannot cook," Vince scoffed and Max rolled his eyes, falling back down on the couch.

"He clearly can hear you," he said, loudly, and heard Wendy giggling and Vince letting out a huff.

"Weren't you sleepy? Sleep," Vince said, roughly, but his voice was coated with good humor and Max closed his eyes with a smile.

Honestly, he wasn't even a little bit sleepy. However telling Vince and Wendy that the super elaborate lunch Vince had put together for them was upsetting his stomach felt a little too humiliating on top of everything, so again he was just hoping he could nap and maybe the couple was going to get a hint and get out of his house-

"Hey," the couch jostled as Wendy sat down next to him and Max opened his eyes. Who was he kidding? He didn't want them to go. Never had his place felt as inviting as it did now, "is your foot bothering you?"

Max shook his head, curling up his good leg in order to give her space and Wendy leaned forward, resting her elbow on his knee and her chin on her knuckles, "you're very pale."

"I'm fine," Max forced out, hoping his words drowned out the angry gurgle from his stomach. It was churning, but not really digesting and he was fighting the urge to burp, despite knowing it was incredibly counterproductive to his don't-throw-up agenda.

Wendy squinted at him and behind her Vince finished putting away the pots and started washing his hands. Like a true Italian, he considered rude to eat without a shirt and had put it back on despite it still being a little humid, much to Max's disappointment and, he assumed, Wen's too.

A cramp went through Max's belly and he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling clammy and nauseated. He pulled himself up, unable to keep the charade, and heard Wendy let out a scoff.

"You're feeling sick," she deduced. Max opened his eyes in time to see her move closer, hands outstretched, ready to touch his stomach, only for her cheeks to suddenly turn strawberry red and her hands to freeze mid-air.

He cupped a hand in front of his lips, muffling a sickly little burp, "I'm sorry... Excuse me," it was out of character for Max to excuse his burps, but so was having a hot girl almost draped over him when he was feeling this sick... Said girl who looked like she was having a stroke.

"Wendy?" Vince touched her shoulder and she startled, letting out a little squeal and jumping up, a nervous chuckle escaping her.

Max raised his eyebrows, nausea forgotten for a split second as he watched this weird uncanny scene that was Wendy all flustered and pushing away from Vince.

"Sorry, I- uhm," she tugged at the neckline of her oversized shirt, "he's not feeling well," Wendy tattled, to Vin, who was staring at her with an equally shocked expression as Max, "I'm guessing lunch...?"

Vince turned to look at him, letting out a sympathetic sigh, "that's why you said you were sleepy?" he asked, sounding disappointed, "dude, you could've just said you didn't feel well, I know you have a sensitive stomach..."

Max's cheeks were burning. He wished a hole would open under him and the ground would swallow him, a desire that Wendy clearly shared judging by her nervous pacing.

"I'm fine," he said defensively, curling up as much as he could, which was a mistake, because it forced up a sick burp. Wendy let out a little giggle, turning around to cover her mouth and Max frowned at his lap, feeling incredibly self conscious.

He had been sick around Vince before, even in front of Wendy too, but it had been different. He didn't have a gigantic crush hanging over his neck like a guillotine knife, to begin with, and Vince didn't know about it and Wendy wasn't acting super fucking weird.

Vince's gigantic bear paw came to rest on his stomach and Max let out a shout, that was more of a squeal than anything, "what are you doing....?!"

"How did you get so bloated so quickly?" Vin raised his eyebrows, surprised and Wendy moved around, marching towards his bedroom while saying:

"Would pepto help? I saw a bottle on your nightstand-" she disappeared before Max could answer. He let his head fall back, while Vince pressed softly around and pushed up yet another burp, this one much deeper and brassy.

"This is so humiliating, please just kill me..." Max groaned, causing Vince to chuckle.

"I'll let you rub my stomach in the future and we'll call it quits," he promised, smoothly, and continued to rub in a clockwise motion over his shirt.

Max wasn't sure when was the last time, if ever, he had gotten his stomach rubbed. He wracked his memories, but couldn't come up with a single instance and his body corroborated the point, little cramps erupting under Vince's soft touch, clearly not used to the touch.

"You gotta burp," Wendy told him, softly, circling the couch and sitting on the coffee table, passing him the bottle. He felt a pang of thankfulness that at least she wasn't babying him enough to bring the medicine on a fucking spoon.

"I am," he said sourly, taking a swing of the bottle and grimacing at the sweet taste. He drank Pepto almost weekly and at this point had almost a reflex gag response to the taste, "you two are so damn weird..."

Vince snorted at that, eyebrows jumping and a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lip as he looked past Max's shoulder, to Wendy, as if they were sharing some inside joke.

"Sit up-" Wendy pushed Max's shoulder and slid on the couch behind him, all bossy, "lie down now-" she pulled him down and he let out a happy sigh as his head was cushioned by her thighs, much softer than the scratchy texture of his couch, "better uh?"

Her fingers started to comb through his hair and Max closed his eyes, refusing to look at any of them, turning on his side and bringing up a string of little burps as Vince continued to rub his stomach.

His hands were warm, even through the t-shirt fabric, and he seemed unbothered as his fingers pushed in and caused all sorts of gurgles to move around.

Max shivered violently as another wave of nausea washed over him and he could taste lunch all over again. It didn't help that since Vince had meal prepped, there was the lingering smell still... He gagged, pressing a hand to his mouth and heard Wendy say something, as he half sat up in order to lean out of the couch.

"Shhh," her nails ran on his scalp and up his back, "take a deep breath, you're okay..." she reached over his head and took a metal bowl from Vince's hand, holding it in her free hand, "just in case, okay?"

Max nodded, swallowing convulsively against another gag and then falling back down on her lap. He took a measured breath, then squirmed and touched his own stomach, shaking his head, "too... Too upset for you to rub..." he mumbled to Vince, who nodded and patted his thigh.

"Alright, I won't touch," he promised, "you good?"

Max nodded, but didn't dare open his mouth. He licked his lip, blowing out another little burp under his breath... Then shook his head and raised a hand. Vince immediately understood, taking his hand and pulling Max sitting up in one swift movement.

Wendy retrieved the bowl from the ground, holding it up under his chin, "Max?"

"Sorry..." his voice was all distorted and he spat the saliva pooling in his mouth, "sorry, it's-" a gag interrupted him and planted his hands over Wen's on the bowl, squeezing the receptacle and pressing it to his chest. A wet burp brought up a mouthful of his lunch and Max gagged loudly, squeezing his eyes shut and coughing several times before a much bigger gush came up.

He let out a groan, the pressure in his stomach immediately diminishing, although the awful swirly sensation was still there.

"Here," Vince had grabbed him a glass of water and was holding some paper towels in his other hand, a wrinkle between his eyebrows that Max was starting to realize was not him being angry, but worried.

"M'good-" Max vowed, taking the water and swishing it in his mouth, spitting it in the bowl, before taking another sip, "I'm alright..."

"Can I clear this up?" Wendy asked, moving her hand not holding the bowl to push his hair back, tucking it behind his ear, "are you done?"

"Think so..." His cheeks burned, "I'm sorry..."

"Don't even worry about it," Wendy rolled her eyes, moving up from the couch and Max folded forward, muffling a burp in his fist and taking measured breaths.

"I'm sorry about hurling lunch..." He grumbled, to Vince, who let out an audible scoff.

"Don't apologize for being sick, Daniels," Vince patted his back softly, "so... Do you want a belly rub or...?"

Max's whole face wrinkled up with a smile, he couldn't fight it, butterflies and complicated feelings be damned, these might be the coolest people he had ever known. Wendy returned to the couch just in time for him to collapse back down on her lap, letting out a little surprised noise as Max spread out and closed his eyes.

"Yeah, alright. A belly rub would be nice..." he said, throwing an arm over his face to hide his smile, not that it seemed to stop Vince at all from noticing or Wendy, who started stroking his hair back again.

"Soooo bossy..." She giggled, making him smile even more.

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"Hey," Vince wrapped an arm around Wendy's waist, stopping her as she buzzed around Max's small home. It was night by now and she should be getting ready to go over to Vin's place, to get a good night of sleep, but instead Wendy was tidying up the place as if she was paid to do so, "c'mere."

Wendy melted immediately, slotting herself between his legs and Vince took a step back, sitting on the couch and pulling her to sit on his lap. In the distance, he could hear Max snoring inside the bedroom, passed out thanks to the meds.

"Are you alright?" he asked, pushing Wen's hair back and cupping her face, "you've done a lot, I don't think I can thank you enough."

She rolled her eyes, leaning in to kiss him, "I can think of several ways," Wendy whispered against his mouth, causing Vince to snort. For a second he had forgotten who his girlfriend was and it was incredibly relieving to know she'd always stand up for herself.

"Well, draft me a list," he squirmed under her, getting comfier and continued to stroke Wendy's cheeks, "you look tired, honey."

"Well, the past day was a lot and I drove-" she started, but Vince shook his head. If it was anyone else he'd believe it, but Wendy normally had energy enough to power a small town, this exhaustion around her eyes wasn't just from the impromptu road trip or dealing with Max's shenanigans, it was something else.

"No, you look worried, and not about Max," he twisted one of her hair strands, the wave tickling his fingers, "did something happen?"

Wendy's eyes widened, but she shook her head quickly. Vince squinted at her, "Wendy?"

"Nothing happened," her voice went up a note, as it did when she was lying and Vince frowned, continuing to pet her hair, "really, nothing happened."

"Uh-hu," he pulled back slightly, "talk with me? What is it, honey?"

She chewed on her bottom lip, averting her eyes and playing with his free hand, which was resting on his lap. Her fingers were dainty, tracing over his index, "I can't tell you," Wendy mumbled, "you don't have to worry, I just- It's not my place to talk about it."

Vince's frown deepened. He was relieved it was nothing pertaining his girlfriend, but it was worrying that it was about someone else in his friend group and he didn't know. Not for the first time he felt a pang at being so far away.

"Wendy-"

"Vince," she raised her head, eyes locking onto his, "I can't."

She was dead serious and Vince nodded, moving the hand that was cupping her cheek to her neck, then her back, rubbing it up and down, "Okay," he said after a split second, "alright... That's okay."

Wendy slumped against him, relieved, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting out a little giggle as Max snored once more, "he's like a chainsaw," she whispered, while Vince let out chuckle.

"I'm just about ready to smother him in his sleep," he confessed, lips pressed to Wendy's shoulder and she giggled at that.

"I forgot you wake up at every little noise," Wendy combed her fingers through his curls, mentally making a note he should cut them soon, "are you planning on crashing his couch all week?"

"At least until he gets used to the crutches," Vince scoffed, "I don't wake up with you snoring."

"That's because I don't snore," she berated him, tugging on a handful of hair and pulling his head up for a kiss, "have you told Luke about... About you coming back to Welton?" her voice was a whisper now and Vince shook his head, pressing his nose to the palm of her hand.

"No," he breathed in, "I'm going to, soon. I have an interview there next week, for a teacher position."

"Good," she traced his nose with her finger, then his mouth, "you also have to tell Max, Vin... You keep pulling him in, you gotta take some responsibility for when you leave..."

"I know," he nodded, nibbling at her fingertip, "after I get an answer from the job, I promise. I just worry he might pull back completely, you know? I don't want that to happen..."

"I know," Wendy pouted, "but he's an adult, you have be upfront about it. "

"I won't make the same mistake I made with you," Vince reassured her and Wendy bit down a smile, rolling her eyes and leaning in to kiss him, harder, this time pushing him down on the couch.

"If I was a more jealous woman, you'd be fucked for saying that," she whispered in his ear, cheekily, continuing to make out with him and Vince's hands moved from her thighs to her ass.

"Oh yeah?" He turned his head to whisper in her ear, keeping his voice low, "and if I was a jealous man I'd be pissed over you crashing out this evening," he bit her earlobe, making Wendy squeal and hurry to muffle the sound against his shoulder, "maybe I am jealous, actually."

He wasn't, really. It had been shocking to see Wendy so flustered over someone else having a tummy ache, when normally she was a pro at separating her fetish from real life, but after the initial shock, Vince had felt more amusement than anything else.

In fact, the only reason he wasn't teasing her further on the issue further was because this was Max's living room and they should not even be making out there, let alone discussing such things.

Wendy giggled as he turned his head and captured her lips once again, biting his bottom lip and wrapping her arms around his neck, "no, you're not-" she grinned, leaning back on his lap so he had all the access in the world to plant a bunch of kisses on her neck, slide his hand under the oversized shirt that was hanging on her like a dress, "not at all."

"Uhm," Vince closed his eyes, smiling and fiddling with the back of her bra under the shirt, letting the elastic fall back against her skin, "maybe I'm not."

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Remy's Turn

Wow, look at that. It seems Remy has caught the bug... Different caretaker this time around. This isn't my best work and I didn't proofread this but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless.

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“Are you okay?” Finn asked, standing in the doorway of Remy’s office, his hands in his pockets.

Remy lifted his head from where it was laying on his desk. 

“No. What’s up?” He leaned back in his chair.

“The quarterly meeting is in a couple minutes.” Finn took his hand out of his pocket and gestured toward the conference room. “Uh, sorry. Did you say no, you weren’t okay?”

Remy pushed himself up from his desk, smoothing out his shirt and taking a breath as he tried to will his nausea to subside long enough to make it through this meeting. 

“Yeah, I feel awful. I caught whatever hell virus has been taking out everyone in my house one by one.” Remy took another breath and ran his hand through his hair. “Is everything okay with you by the way? You weren’t in on Tuesday.”

Finn shifted on his feet and put his hands back in his pockets, “Oh yeah, uh, Drew was in the hospital Monday night… We didn't get home until late and I wanted to make sure she was alright so I stayed home Tuesday. I know the timing wasn’t convenient with the quarterly stuff coming up but I just-”

“Don’t worry about it. I have 2 kids, I know family comes first. Drew’s okay though?”

“Yeah, Drew’s fine.” Finn ran his hand through his hair, “Everything’s okay.”

“That’s good, now let’s get this meeting out of the way so I can go home.”

Finn kept an eye on Remy as he talked through his presentation, swallowing hard at the end of his sentences. He put up a good front, Finn probably wouldn’t have even noticed the signs that he was sick if he hadn’t spoken to him before the meeting.

By the time Remy was finished with his part of the presentation, he felt horrible. His stomach was in knots and he was freezing, but there was sweat dripping down his back. Finn gave him a look when he sat back down and Remy ignored it, sitting back in his chair and taking a deep breath. The hard part was over, now he just had to sit and make it through the rest of the meeting. 

Finn was up, giving his presentation with his team when he noticed Remy quietly get up and leave the conference room. 

There was only about 15 minutes left in the meeting and no one else seemed to notice him leave with the back of his hand pressed to his mouth. 

By the end of the meeting Remy hadn’t returned, leaving a different partner to wrap up. When Finn finally left the conference room he swung by Remy’s office to find it empty. Next he went into the bathroom that was between the conference room and Remy’s office thinking that was the next most likely place to find him. 

“Remy? Are you in here?” He called quietly. He walked further into the bathroom and noticed that one out of the two stalls were closed. Finn grimaced as he heard a grating retch and the unmistakable sound of vomit splattering into the toilet. He sighed and knocked lightly on the stall door.

“You okay?” He waited a beat, and when he got no response other than a couple more productive heaves and some rough coughs he continued. “Can I get you anything? Water? Should I call Mila?”

There was still no response, but then the toilet flushed and the stall opened. Remy was pale and clammy and his dress shirt was sticking to him. 

“I’m alright.” He said unconvincingly, walking over to the sink and rinsing his mouth out before splashing water on his face.

“No offense or anything, but you look like you can barely stay on two feet.”

“Yeah, I have to go home.” Remy mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning heavily on the bathroom sink.

“Do you want me to call Mila to come get you? I can’t in good conscience let you drive home like this…”

Remy shook his head, “She’s still coming back from this… thing.” He gestured toward his stomach and then muffled a burp into his fist. “She probably went back to bed after taking Lee to school.”

“Then I’ll drive you home, you can’t drive yourself and you sure as hell can’t stay here.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.” 

“You’re not asking, I’m offering… well more like telling.”

Remy sighed, but eventually agreed to let Finn take him home. He returned briefly to his office to collect his things and shut everything down before telling his secretary to cancel everything for the rest of the day, and tomorrow as well. 

Finn was waiting for him down in the lobby, by the time Remy stepped out of the elevator his nausea was back in full force. Expelling a significant amount of his stomach contents, not offering him long lasting relief. 

“You’re not looking too hot.” Finn said as they walked out of the building. 

“Can we please not talk about it?”

They walked to Finn’s car in silence, stopping once on the way for Remy to projectile vomit into the gutter. 

“Alright, get it all out before you get into my car.” Finn said, patting Remy gently on the back and smiling awkwardly at the passerby. 

“I feel like now’s a great time to mention that I get wildly motion sick.” Remy said hoarsely. 

“Yeah, great.” 

Remy walked into his house and kicked off his shoes at the front door, shedding his tie and unbuttoning his shirt on his way upstairs. Mila was exactly where he thought she would be, tucked in bed, sleeping off the remains of her bug. He stripped his dress shirt and pants, changing into a clean t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before collapsing into bed next to Mila.

“Mm, Remy? What are you doing home?” She said sleepily, rolling over to face him.

“Sick,” He mumbled. “I puked at work, Finn brought me home.

“I’m sorry, Love. Do you need anything?”

“Sleep.”

Right when Remy closed his eyes, his phone started ringing. He grabbed it off the table and answered it without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello? Remington Paxton.” 

“Hi, Mr. Paxton. This is the school nurse. Leah appears to have come down with the bug going around, she got sick after lunch. Could you come pick her up?”

His eyes opened and he sat up, “Uh, yeah. I’ll be right there.”

He hung up and fell back into his pillows, sighing heavily and pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, “Fuck.”

“Everything okay?” Mila asked, lifting her head.

“I’m going to need to borrow your car.”

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If anyone noticed a continuity error in my Drew & Finn fic I posted last night. No you didn't :)

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Drew Feeling Better

Here is a short and sweet fic that takes place right after this one. There's no emeto, just fluff. Sorry if it's not great, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things.

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“Good morning,” Finn stretched in bed, rolling onto his side to watch Drew dig through the closet.

“Good morning to you too, sleeping beauty.” Drew responded, pulling a sweater out on the hanger and tossing it on the bed.

“What time is it?” He asked, his eyes trailing from her damp hair down to there her hand was holding her towel around herself.

“About 10, I felt really ick from the hospital so I really wanted to shower.”

They had gotten home a little after midnight from their trip to the emergency room and it had taken Drew no time at all to fall asleep once they got back. 

Finn, on the other hand, had a little trouble. He scrolled on his phone, one hand absently twisting the ends of Drew’s hair between his fingers, listening to the steady sound of her breaths while she finally got some decent rest.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how pale she was, or the way her eyes rolled back into her head when she passed out. The doctor had said what Drew was going through wasn’t completely out of the ordinary and that all was well… hell, they even got to see the baby and hear the heartbeat. Drew and the baby were okay, why couldn’t he just relax.

It wasn’t until Drew woke up around 3:30 to go to the bathroom that she made him lay down with her and he finally fell asleep with her wrapped in his arms and her head on his chest.

“How are you feeling?” Finn asked, hoping that her being up and about was a good sign.

“Pretty okay, I finally feel like eating a real meal and I’m really craving a cinnamon toast bagel from that cafe down on the corner so I was going to take a little walk. You’re welcome to come along if you feel up to it.” 

Drew folded her leg under herself as she sat on the edge of the bed, the towel still gripped in her hand to keep it wrapped around herself.

“I would love to get bagels with you.” He said with a grin, reaching toward her and playing with the edge of the towel. “You’re really feeling better?”

Drew leaned forward and gave Finn a kiss, rubbing her nose against his before going in for another, nipping at his bottom lip.

“I’m feeling better, but not that good just yet.” She leaned back and got up from where she was perched on the bed. “Talk to me after I’ve had my bagel.”

She grabbed a pair of leggings out of her dresser and the sweater she had tossed on the bed then left the room to get dressed in the bathroom.

Finn sighed and leaned back into the pillows, rubbing his eyes before throwing back the blankets to get dressed and get his girl her bagel. 

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Someone asked me what my job actually was and when I told them they said “sounds very office job”

Yeah, I work in accounts… kinda the most office you can get

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Hi, So once again, I'm not dead...

I read a little romance book recently that had 2 emeto situations so it made me think about my guys.

So what I have planned is:

A fic where Remy catches Jules' and Mila's bug from hell.

A fluffy little fic with Finn and Drew now that she's not terribly sick anymore and they get to actually enjoy the idea of having a family.

BUT

Since I haven't written in a long while, if anyone wants to send me any drabble prompts feel free to send them my way!

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Pushing through

A/N: More of Logan's saga, a continuation of this fic. I'm trying to tell a couple of stories at once, so chronologically, this is also right after Rory's hotel illness. My next fic is going to jump back and see what's up with the rest of the gang plus Adam during this same time period.

Logan had practically passed out next to Gabe as soon as she finished throwing up, and six hours of sleep curled up against his warm and solid body seemed to be what she needed.  She woke up at 7:30 the next morning no longer nauseous and just a normal amount of tired, ready to go back to work.

Gabe fussed at her while she got ready.  

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?  You still look a little pale.”  He followed her into the bathroom while she brushed her teeth and then stayed, leaning against the door and watching her critically while she turned on the shower and took off her pajamas.  

“I’m fine,” she promised.  “Really; the nausea’s totally gone.  I’ll eat light today and hopefully be back here by midnight again to sleep,”  That felt like a kind of daunting amount of time to be at the office, but Logan tried not to think about that right now.  Instead, she stepped closer to Gabriel, so close that her bare breasts skimmed the front of the t-shirt he’d slept in.  “Want to wash my back?”  She knew there wasn’t time to actually do anything with him in the shower even if she’d been physically up to it, but just the thought of having him in there was comforting.

He didn’t take the bait.  “You’re not dizzy, are you?”  He peered into her eyes.  “D’you feel lightheaded at all?  John Masters passed out when he was on the deal to finance that shopping and lifestyle complex out in Needham.”  His lips tightened with worry.

Logan ran her hands down his arms. “I’m not going to faint, Gabe, I promise.”  She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.  “I’ll take a quick shower and then you can walk me across the street and buy me a fruit cup for breakfast, how about that?”  Apparently she’d have to wait to see her boyfriend naked until the deal was done.  It probably made sense; she needed to stay laser focused, especially after being at less than 100% the day before because of her stomach ache. And sex with Gabriel definitely pulled her focus.

“You need protein too,” he groused, sitting down on the closed toilet.  “How about those egg white bites with the spinach and mushrooms?  Those are light; do you think you can stomach them?”  

She thought for a moment, and then nodded.  “That actually sounds good, thank you.” 

Gabe looked pleased at her easy agreement; clearly he’d been expecting her to object, and then he’d have to keep worrying she still wasn’t feeling well.  He jumped to his feet.  ”We should hurry so you have time to eat.  D”you mind if I get in the shower with you?”  

Logan almost made a joke - there’s a new excuse to see me naked - but then she realized Gabe was serious.  “Sure, good idea,” she said, biting back a smile.  She wasn’t sure when her easy going boyfriend had turned into a mother hen, but at the moment she didn’t mind.  

Starting her morning showering with her boyfriend seemed to be the magic elixir Logan needed. After her breakfast of melon and egg bites didn’t upset her stomach she treated herself to a small soy milk latte, and later a rather flimsy lunch of salad and rice cakes and cottage cheese. Even though it was a Sunday the office was fairly busy; there were a number of big deals besides the one Logan was working on, although most were in the earlier stages and not nearly as frantic yet.  

Gabe was working on one of them, and he swung by her office no less than three times to check on her, each time making her swear that she wasn’t feeling nauseous, or faint, or headachy.  

“You promise?” he asked for the third time, standing behind her chair with his hands on her shoulders.  “Have you been eating?”  

“Yes, Gabriel,” she said, rolling her eyes but not taking them off her computer screen.  “Want to check my garbage can for the wrapper from my protein bar?  Now let me work so I can get these prospect term sheets . . . balanced in time for our 8 pm.”  She tried to make her voice sound stern but the yawn in the middle sort of broke her attempts at pretending to be tough. 

Her boyfriend, bless him, understood.  “I’ll leave you to it, then.”  He pressed a soft kiss to her head.  “Remember I’m leaving around 6 to go see Adam and Rory and Noa’s.”  He kissed her head again.  “But I’ll see you at the hotel tonight.”

Logan nodded distractedly, focused on the numbers in front of her.  “Love you,” she mumbled.

Gabe squeezed her shoulder. “Love you too, and I’m glad you’re feeling better.  Don’t forget to hydrate.”  

“Mmhmm,” she muttered, waving goodbye over her shoulder.  There was so much to do, and it felt like no matter how hard or quickly she worked, there would never be enough time.  By the time of the team’s 8 pm “all hands on deck” meeting, she’d been working at her computer for over five hours straight; she hadn’t even gotten up to pee.  

And she was starving.  Eating light had settled her stomach but now it felt so empty it was practically growling.  She was exhausted too, but there wasn’t much she could do about that.  She could eat, though, and the platters of gourmet deli sandwiches spread over the conference table made her mouth water. 

She took a chicken salad on a big, puffy croissant, giggling to herself a little hysterically that Gabe would be so proud of her for having something with protein.  And chocolate too, right?  He’d definitely want her to have the enormous walnut brownie.  The meeting was intense, and Logan barely noticed how quickly she inhaled her late dinner.  But the food gave her an energy boost, and she grabbed a second brownie as she headed back to her office with a list of to-dos that she was determined to finish that night.

An hour later she stared wearily at the pile of valuations she still needed to get through and tried to convince herself her stomach wasn’t starting to hurt again.  It gave a thick gurgle and she glared down at her waist, as if daring it to make that sound a second time. Instead, an air bubble broke free and flew up her throat and out of her mouth before she could even stop it. At least she was alone.

“Ohh,” she blew out the air with surprise, sagging back into her seat with the sudden relief.  Well okay then, she was fine.  Just a little too much dinner after eating so light all day.  She should have known better than to have that second brownie.  

As if to punish her for even thinking about it, her stomach rolled over suddenly and she burped again, this time tasting distinctively of chocolate and leaving her mouth feeling sticky with saliva.  Just as she was wondering how gross it would be to spit it out in her garbage can, her phone lit up with a text.  

Gabe from Work: How are you feeling?  Did Miles talk your ear off in the meeting?  Did you eat something? What’s the current drop-out valuation number at? Your stomach’s still fine, right? Did you get more than 10 term sheets to clear?  Are you exhausted?  What else do you need to finish tonight? Love you so much!!

Despite her unsettled belly, Logan had to smile at Gabe’s simultaneous worry about her body and her work.  It was as if he couldn’t decide which should be a bigger concern for him right now. She was glad they weren’t FaceTiming because it gave her a second to burp again and then spit before she hurried to text back and assure him that everything was fine - on both fronts.

LoGo: Hi! Miles talked a ton and gave all the associates piles of term sheets, but I’m plowing through them.  Yes I ate, and yes I feel fine and no I’m not exhausted, but the bed will feel great later. Hope to be there before midnight. 

She paused to wince when her stomach twisted with a cramp, kneading one hand into her side before finishing her text.

Can’t wait to see you; I love you. 

The signoff was true, but complicated; Logan wanted Gabe for his comfort, but she didn’t want him to know she wasn’t feeling well again.  Partly because he’d worry, but even more because of her pride. This big deal was a “big deal,” and being able to prove she could handle the work was critical to getting the next one. Everyone complained about how hard they had to work but they did it anyway. Logan refused to be any different. So if she had to ignore her aching stomach right now, and hide it from her boyfriend later, well then that’s what she was going to do.

Even if she was nauseous enough to wonder how much time it would take away from her review of the term sheets to run and throw up.  There weren’t many women on this deal (which was another reason she needed to prove herself), but at least that meant she’d likely have the bathroom to herself.  

Her stomach lurched again, but just when she decided to try for a quick and stealthy puke in the ladies’ room, her phone dinged again.

Gabe from Work: Actually . . . I’m not going to make it to the hotel.  Adam’s here but Rory’s been sick with some flu bug, and now Noa’s got a fever too.  I’m bringing Adam to come stay with me.  I am so sorry - you know I’d rather sleep with you than him any day.

Logan wasn’t sure whether to be upset or relieved.  At least she wasn’t going to have to hide how she was feeling from her boyfriend.  Bathroom forgotten for a minute, she gulped down the bitter taste of her dinner and texted back.

LoGo: Awww, I’ll miss you but I get it.  Hope you guys don’t get sick too.  Are Jeremiah and Drew there? 

Gabe from Work: Yep, we’re ordering in a late dinner. Drew’s already flustered with Adam - it's hysterical .  And even better, Rory’s partner Avery . . . wait.  Gotta go cause the food’s here.  FaceTime me when you’re at the hotel, okay?  No matter how late. Promise me.  I love you!

LoGo: I love you too; I promise.  Tell everyone hi for me.

She dropped her phone on her desk and bent forward over her waist as another cramp rolled through her.  It didn’t feel like she needed the toilet for anything ‘backend’ related, but the nausea was annoying and persistent.  Her watch said 9:44.  If she puked quickly and got back to her desk within ten minutes she could still be back at the hotel by midnight.  Worth a try at least.  She stood up slowly, determined to walk calmly down the hall and into the restroom without anyone knowing she was feeling queasy. 

She only made it halfway before the need to gag became overwhelming, but at least the office was deserted enough this late that no one saw her.

The women’s bathroom was equally deserted, and that was a good thing.  As soon as Logan pushed through the door her stomach heaved and she had to dive for the closest stall, already retching.  The second brownie came up before she could even get down onto her knees, splashing into the water and on the seat too.  

“Fuck,” she mumbled, looking at the mess.  But she didn’t have time to do anything about it because she was still really nauseous.  Instead of a controlled tactical puke, Logan’s stomach felt like it was turning inside out.  She vomited up the other brownie and then her dinner before burping emptily over the water for a while, tasting her afternoon coffee and power bar.  A few second later those came up too in a grating retch.  

Logan was panting and sweaty, spitting bitter saliva and praying no one walked in and found her like this.  Sure, it wasn’t unheard of for associates to get sick from stress and overwork, but Logan had been determined not to be one of them.  The next best thing would be to keep anyone from knowing. 

Finally her stomach settled enough for her to leave the stall.  At the sink she stared at her reflection - skin almost translucent, tendrils of hair stuck to her cheeks and forehead.  Her suit was rumpled and the waistband was digging into her stomach despite how much she’d thrown up.  That was weird; the trousers were normally a little bit loose.  

But the ten minutes she’d given herself to vomit was up, so Logan quickly rinsed her mouth and splashed water on her face before scurrying back to her office.  9:59.  Damn.  Hopefully she was empty.  Hopefully she could get through the final 8 term sheets.  Hopefully the nausea wouldn’t come back.

There was a text from Gabe waiting for her: no words, just a row of red hearts and kissing emojis, and Logan’s eyes prickled.  For a long moment she wished she could tell him she wasn’t feeling well.  Maybe he’d worry, but he’d also know just what to say to ease her stress.  He’d tell her that everyone felt sick on their first deal, that half the associates were puking at any one time, that most of them fell asleep at their desks at least once,  He’d rub her back and her belly and tuck her head under his chin and let her rest her eyes against his chest while her nausea eased.  And then she’d be able to work some more.

But Gabe was with Adam, and Logan’s pride was nearly as strong as her need for comfort.  So she turned her phone over and dropped back into her chair.  

By 11:25 she’d finished 6 of the 8 term sheets.  Her eyes felt like they were full of sand and her shoulders were locked up from being hunched over her computer for so long.  That would have all been fine, on their own.

But Logan had been burping up acid for the last half hour and now her stomach was churning, and the thought of going back to hover over a toilet in the bathroom made her want to sob.  Shakily she saved her work and shut off her computer, stifling a gag into her fist as she left her office.  If she saw anyone else from her team she was going to lie and say she was finished with the work the partner had assigned.  The office was quiet though.  Only one other associate - her friend Ben - was still there, bent over his desk.  He looked up and squinted tiredly at her when she walked by.

“You done with all your term sheets?” he asked dully, seeming oblivious to the fact that Logan was currently thinking about how soon she was going to need to throw up again.  

One look at Ben’s face and her intent to lie flew out the window.  “Got six of eight done,” she croaked thickly.  She half swallowed down a burp and froze at how sick she sounded.  But Ben just nodded.  

“Better than . . .hic . . . Anyone else.  Most of them got through four or five and then gave up for the night.” He rubbed roughly at his eyes and grimaced.  "Sorry.  Being this tired makes me queasy.”  

“Me too,” Logan admitted.  “Hopefully it’ll be settled by the morning.”  She subtly grabbed the side of the doorway to keep herself from swaying.  

“Yeah.”  Ben swallowed hard and then finally looked up at her.  “How does Calder do it?  He’s on half the major deals here and he always seems so into it, no matter how hard he’s working.” He gave a soft burp.  “Sorry,” he mumbled. 

Logan waved him off. It was oddly comforting to know she wasn't the only one suffering, but she really wanted to do that suffering over the toilet in her hotel room and not the office.  

“I . . . I don’t know . . .how he does it,” she said, fighting the urge to gag.  “It’s amazing though; he really . . . thrives on the stress and being overworked, somehow.”  That many words was too much and she quickly turned her head to retch silently into the air.

When she turned back, Ben was rubbing his eyes again. “Well I’m jealous,” he mumbled.  “Wish I loved it that much.”  He looked suddenly worried. “Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

Logan nodded.  “Don’ . . . don’ worry. I get it,” she stuttered.  But now was not the time to commiserate with a coworker about the woes of being an investment banker.  Logan was rapidly beginning to think she may not make it back to the hotel before she got sick again.  But dammit she was going to try.  “I’ve gotta go,” she muttered, turning away without waiting for an answer.  Ben made a noise that might have been a belch, but Logan was too busy trying to quell her own rolling stomach to care.

The walk across the street to the Hilton felt like a million miles.  The street lights were swimming in front of her eyes and her jaw was so heavy she was surprised she wasn’t drooling onto her coat. Twice she managed to force down the saliva that kept pooling in her mouth, but the third time her stomach was having nothing of it.  She ended up leaning over to spit up into a planter near the entrance to the hotel before biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from vomiting for real.  

Somehow she managed to make it to her room before that happened, but the bathroom was just too far away.  Logan collapsed over the garbage can Gabe had put next to the bed the night before and lost her lunch and probably some of her breakfast in great gasping retches.  

Afterwards she curled up on the floor while her stomach spasmed and forced out empty gags, too exhausted to even climb into bed.  But she refused to sleep on the floor, and so once her stomach finally settled she pushed the gross bin into the hallway with a silent apology to the cleaning staff.  Then she pulled off her clothes and crawled under the covers in only her underwear.

Gabe would have liked that, she thought dizzily.  There was something about Gabe she was forgetting, but her fuzzy brain wouldn’t land on it.  Her belly was still uneasy but didn’t seem intent on emptying itself again, and Logan was asleep before she could think about anything else. 

She didn’t hear her phone buzz at midnight, or 12:15, 12:30, or 12:45.  Texts lit up her screen each time, but Logan slept on, oblivious.  Finally, after one last text at 1 am, her phone went silent and across the city, Gabe climbed alone into his own bed, telling himself not to worry.  He wasn’t Rory, after all.  

But he was worried anyway.

[sickly-qt]

Whatever you've got planned for Mila/Remy and Drew/Finn will be wonderful, but I have to admit I kind of hope Mila does get pregnant - the opportunities for Remy as caretaker are just so good, lol. And I feel like Drew and Finn are actually ready to step up to be parents themselves. But like I said, whatever you decide is great.

In the meantime, Mila has to catch Jules' bug and then pass it on to Remy, right? And Julian takes care of them both? Hmm?

AH I'm so sorry it took me so long to get around to this. But you are SO right, Mila totally has to catch Jules' bug (which happened here for anyone who missed it) and don't worry Remy isn't going to make it out unscathed he's going to suffer soon. However, for now it's Mila's turn.

I hope you enjoy!

~~~

“Feeling okay?” Remy asked, looking at Mila over his glasses.

She was coming down the stairs, her auburn hair damp and hanging in loose waves over her shoulders. What really caught his attention was the way her arms were wrapped around herself and the uncomfortable look on her face

“My stomach is upset.” Mila shrugged, then collapsed onto the couch and laid her head on Remy’s shoulder, looking at the iPad on his lap, “What are you working on?”

“Just putting together some projections for a meeting later this week. Boring stuff.” 

“Don’t you ever stop working, it’s 7pm on a Saturday. You should be paying attention to me and your kids.” She complained.

“By kids you mean the one who’s still sleeping off a stomach bug from hell and the other that can’t be bothered with me because she’s distracted by some new gadget my mom got her?” Remy teased, “I work when I can find the time, and right at this moment, my time is for you.” He closed his iPad case and set it on the coffee table before wrapping his arms around Mila. “You’re warm.” Remy pushed her hair away from her face.

“I am? That’s great, I’ve probably caught what Jules is recovering from.” Mila nuzzled in closer to his side and sighed, “I really don’t feel well.”

“I know, Love. Let me get you something for that fever.”

Mila took the pills with no complaints and promptly passed out on the couch while Remy cleaned up dinner and got Leah bathed and settled for bed. After all of his dad duties he returned to his boyfriend duties and sat on the edge of the couch in front of Mila, gently shaking her awake.

She scrunched up her face and groaned, clearly not happy with having been woken up. 

“C’mon, M. Let’s head up to bed.” He said quietly, tucking her hair behind her ear. He frowned, noticing the heat still radiating off her skin. 

“I feel sick,” she whined.

“Nauseous sick or fever and achy sick?”

“Yes.” she sighed, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes.

Mila slowly sat up and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth muffling a small burp. Remy looked at her with raised eyebrows. 

“I’m gonna throw up.”

“Now?”

She shook her head, “I’ll make it upstairs.” She hiccupped, then grimaced and swallowed hard.

“Okay, c’mon. I actually rather like this carpet down here.”

Remy walked behind her upstairs, his hand hovering by the small of her back as she made her way to their bedroom. 

He peeked in on Jules and Leah to make sure they were both sleeping before trailing Mila into the room where he found her hovering over the toilet in their en-suite. 

“How are we doing, Lovely?” Remy asked gently, filling a glass with water and sitting it on the edge of the sink before grabbing a claw clip out of the vanity drawer.

Mila shook her head, hiccupping. A small burp came up and she gagged a trail of spit hanging from her lips into the water. 

“I don’t feel good.” She stated the obvious.

“I know.” He cooed, gathering all her hair and twisting it up into the clip. Remy settled on the edge of the tub rubbing small circles across her shoulders. 

It didn’t take long for her spine to curl and dinner to make a reappearance in the bowl.

She coughed and sputtered, small burps wracking her until a larger wave came up quickly followed by another. 

“You’re alright, M. Get it all up.” Remy continued rubbing her back. 

Strands of her hair were coming out of the claw clip and he pushed them out of her face, his hand holding her forehead. 

“Ughhh, fuck.” Mila groaned, sniffling. She reached up and flushed the toilet, sitting back. 

“Want some water?” Remy asked quietly.

She nodded, “Please?”

When she drinks some water and keeps it down for a little while they move to bed, Remy sitting the trashcan near her side of the bed just in case. 

“I’m a big girl, I can make it to the bathroom.” She mumbled tiredly.

“I know, I know. It’s just in case, M.” He crawled into bed and she quickly curled up next to him, nestling her head in his neck. 

Remy was exhausted, holding Mila’s hair back as she puked into the trashcan for the second time that night. He could only imagine how tired she was. She had run out of energy to run back and forth to the bathroom after the third trip. 

Mila hiccupped and whined, water and bile trickling into the bin hugged to her chest. 

“This is hell.” She complained, “Can you hand me some water?”

Remy reached around her and grabbed the water bottle off of the nightstand, opening it before handing it to her. She took a couple sips before burping over the trashcan. 

“You’re doing great, Love. You’re a trooper.”

“If I keep puking I’m going to scream”

“As long as you keep drinking water I think we can avoid a trip to the doctor. I just don’t want you getting as dehydrated as Jules… your fever seems to be sitting around 100.3.”

Mila took a couple more sips of water and hovered over the bin for a couple more minutes before she sat it on the floor and laid back down with a sigh.

“I’m going to apologize ahead of time for when you catch this.” She said, staring at the ceiling.

“I’ll live, just like you will. Nothing could keep me from holding back your hair while you’re puking your pretty little guts up.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” Mila rolled over, laying her head on Remy’s chest. 

“I’m serious.” He ran his fingers up and down her arm, “nothing in the world could keep me from staying up all night taking care of my vomiting girlfriend.”

“You’re ridiculous… I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Remy pressed a kiss into her hair, “Get some rest, Love.”

[sickly-qt]

Max Meeting The Gang

"A whole weekend?" Max raised his eyebrows, watching the football practice as if he understood a single thing about the game. Next to him, Vince was his perfect opposite, actually enthralled by it all and occasionally cheering.

Vince was wrapped up in a cardigan on top of his sweater and he hadn't shaved in a couple days, so his perpetual five o'clock shadow had leveled up into a full beard. He still looked pale and gaunt from that horrible flu bout, despite more than a week having passed since. Frankly, Max had been surprised when Vince showed up to his classes on Tuesday, instead of taking the day off.

"Yeah, we leave Friday after class and come back Sunday night," Vince answered, waving to his sister as the cheerleaders entered the field, "it'll be fun, Max."

"I don't know, Vince," Max shrugged, rolling his eyes as he saw a bunch of girls look in his direction and start to giggle, "they're your friends, not mine."

"Yeah, that's how you make new friends," Vince reached in and squeezed his nape in affectionate manner, shoving Max slightly, "you know my girlfriend already, that's two."

Max crossed his arms, chewing on his bottom lip, "I guess... I'll think about it."

"Well, don't think too hard, I need to know by Thursday because I'm grocery shopping before heading there," Vin shivered violently, pulling his cardigan tighter around himself and Max eyed him worriedly, but didn't say anything, "if it's anything, I think you'll really like them."

That wasn't what concerned Max. Vince clearly was really really close with his friends, if anything they seemed more like family than just friendship, and Max had a weird fright deep in his guts, like he was just about to meet Vince's parents. Not that it made any sense, he had never been the type to meet the parents of the people he dated, he knew Mr. and Mrs. Monacelli already and, oh yeah, he was not dating Vince.

However the fear was the same, that he was going to meet Vince's friends, they'd decide they hated him, and he'd kiss his friendship with Vin goodbye.

"Get out of your head," Vince jabbed his elbow in Max's tummy, not too hard, "it's going to be fun... I'd like if you came."

And really, did Max ever stand a chance against such words?

-------------

Since Max had a car and Vince was going to go grocery shopping beforehand, they decided to go together. Max wasn't so sure about all of this, he wanted to bolt and his stomach was churning with nerves, but Vince was making a damn good job of making sure he couldn't, like by riding along with him.

"VIN!"

Max looked up in time to see a blur of dark hair and then Wendy was tackling her boyfriend into a hug, kissing his face all over, "oh my god, you look horrible," she whined mid kisses and Vince chuckled, planting her down on the ground.

"Thanks?"

"You look so pale, doesn't he look pale, Max?" Wendy cupped her boyfriend's face, "this is like the third stomach flu you had in six months, I'm putting you in quarantine."

Vince laughed at that, wrapping his arms around Wendy and giving her a hug from behind, pressing a kiss to her temple, "you sound like my mom, honey."

Wendy let out a little scoff at that, but it vanished quickly as her green eyes paused on Max and her pout melted into a smile, "hey, I'm so happy you decided to come," she perked up to give him a hug, leaving him stunned.

Max's whole face was a shade of red, when the front door of the cabin opened and a group of people stepped out. He recognized Vince's friend, Luke, immediately, the one with dark wavy hair and just as tall as Vin was. He was chatting with two other men, who were holding hands and clearly a couple.

"Guys!" Vince called out their attention, "Max, these are Luke, Leo and Jon. Guys, this is Daniels," he introduced them with a smile and Max wanted to shrink in his shoes. He felt clammy and nauseous all of sudden, but forced up a lopsided smile that communicated he wasn't so anxious he could vomit.

The man Vince had pointed out as Jon, raised a hand, all smooth and formal, "nice to meet you, Daniels."

"Just Max," he cleared his throat, shaking Jonah's hand and then Leo perked up to do the same, although he looked much more friendly than his boyfriend.

Luke didn't shake his hand at all, only offered him a tight smile, "hi Max."

"Where's Bell?" Vince asked, frowning and squeezing Max's shoulder, "oh there she is."

Max followed Vince's gaze and then raised his eyebrows as he saw a stunning ginger getting out of the house. She was wearing a black bikini top and jeans shorts, curly hair falling like a mane around her face and Max's jaw all but dropped.

He stepped aside in order not to be stepped on by her, as Bella apparently didn't even register him before tackling Vince with a hug. She squeezed him tightly, murmuring in a strained voice, "I've missed you."

Then her eyes landed on Max and she raised her eyebrows, scrutinizing him, "that's Daniels?"

"In the flesh," he answered before he could think better of it and she seemed momentarily surprised she had asked that out loud and that he had answered. Bella measured him up and down, then smiled.

"I thought you'd be taller."

"Well, this isn't awkward at all," Vince teased, while Wendy wrapped an arm around his waist and laughed, "let's go inside the house."

Max was more than a little dizzy with the amount of information he had to absorb in such a short time. Vince and Wendy shared a room upstairs, as well as Jonah and Leo. Downstairs, Luke and Bella had the third room and Max was delegated to the sofa bed, in the living room — which he didn't mind in the least but still made a big show of complaining about, just because he enjoyed watching Vince fumble over himself in search of a solution.

"You're mean," Leo whispered, leaning in his direction, as Vince continued to try and argue with Jonah and Luke that they should all draw straws.

"I prefer fun," Max retorted, smiling back at the other man, "so how long have you known Vince?"

"Since his first week of college," Leo shrugged, resting his back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms to his chest, "he came to college already in the team, but I was doing try outs. Adopted me on the spot."

"And here I was feeling special," Max rolled his eyes, "he does that a lot?"

"Adopt strays? Not as much as Luke does," Leo let out an amused huff as his boyfriend told Vince he was not switching room and that was final, "not you though, he hates you."

"Couldn't have guessed," Max snorted, as if he could ignore the way Lucas was all stiff around him or the over the top PDA he was displaying with his wife simply because Max had looked at Bella.

"He's just jealous that Vince likes you," Leo shrugged, patting Max's arm, "it'll wear off by the end of the weekend, Luke can't hold a grudge."

Across the kitchen, Luke said something in a low, snappy voice that caused Jonah's eyebrows to jump and Vince to frown, shutting his mouth in a tight line.

"Maybe we should intervene?"

"Nah, let them hash it out," Bella's said, pushing herself between them and resting her back comfortably against Leo's arm. She was holding a beer and looking Max up and down like he was a zoo animal, "so how long you were in?"

"Jesus, Bell, you can't just ask people that," Leo exclaimed, while Max let out an amused snort. He hadn't ever told Vince that he had done time, so he wondered how she knew this.

"Just two days, protest arrest," Max answered, but never quite started that conversation, since Wendy wrapped a hand around his wrist and tugged at it, all the while saying loudly:

"Enough with the gossiping, we were all gonna go in the lake."

He did not, in fact, want to go in the lake. Ever since the day before his stomach had been a mess, which Max was chalking up to nerves, and he felt weirdly self conscious of stripping before this group, when his belly was sticking out, bloated and crampy.

Still, it was a warm, sunny day out and he had no excuse not to go in. He paced around the shore, as Bella raced Wendy down the pier and they both jumped, followed by Luke and Leo, the blonde spluttering up water and pushing his hair back as he yelled, "c'mon guys! Jon!"

Jonah was all smooth, unlike his friends who still behaved like kids, he took his time to strip and neatly fold his clothes, before walking into the lake instead of jumping from the pier.

"Aren't you gonna get in?" Vince patted Max's shoulder and the man shrugged, feeling horribly out of place.

"I don't know about this whole weekend, man," he started to complain, but Vin cut him off with a dramatic gesture. He always talked with his hands, really not helping the stereotype.

"You haven't been here for an hour," he said with a heavy sigh, kicking off his shoes, "if you still wanna leave by night, I'll drive you back, alright?"

Sounded good enough, even if Max felt a pang of guilt at the idea of Vin wasting another 3 hours of his weekend by driving Max back to Doveport, then back again to the cabin.

"Alright-" he stripped off his shirt, wincing slightly when his stomach let out a nauseated growl and rolled, breakfast sitting like a fucking brick.

Next to him, Vince stripped his shirt and threw it on top of Jonah's carefully folded pile, messing it up and causing the man to shout all the way back from the lake, "VINCE!"

"C'mooon, get in, Vin! Max!" Wendy squealed, drowning Jonah's shout and climbing on his back so she could have some leverage. She was the shortest of the group and while Luke was standing on solid ground, Wendy was panting as she struggled to keep her head afloat.

Max let his eyes wander, roaming over the expanse of Vince's naked back and biting down a dreamy sigh. By now he had seen Vin shirtless - and fully naked, thanks to the recent flu from hell - more than he ever thought he would. Still, the guy was a vision.

He removed his own shirt and grimaced at his stomach, wondering if it was visible to anyone else how upset the organ was, then dumped his wallet and cell on top of his shirt and kicked off his shoes, joining the group.

The water felt extremely cold against his skin and he shivered violently, letting out a string of curses when Vince promptly dunked his head in the water as soon as Max was close enough.

He came up spluttering and cursing, only for Wendy to be smiling at him and shut him up easy like that, "Welcome to the group, Max," she whispered in his ear and Max opened his mouth to reply, only for Bella to dive and tug at his feet, causing him to go underwater once again.

[sickly-qt]

Whatever you've got planned for Mila/Remy and Drew/Finn will be wonderful, but I have to admit I kind of hope Mila does get pregnant - the opportunities for Remy as caretaker are just so good, lol. And I feel like Drew and Finn are actually ready to step up to be parents themselves. But like I said, whatever you decide is great.

In the meantime, Mila has to catch Jules' bug and then pass it on to Remy, right? And Julian takes care of them both? Hmm?

AH I'm so sorry it took me so long to get around to this. But you are SO right, Mila totally has to catch Jules' bug (which happened here for anyone who missed it) and don't worry Remy isn't going to make it out unscathed he's going to suffer soon. However, for now it's Mila's turn.

I hope you enjoy!

~~~

“Feeling okay?” Remy asked, looking at Mila over his glasses.

She was coming down the stairs, her auburn hair damp and hanging in loose waves over her shoulders. What really caught his attention was the way her arms were wrapped around herself and the uncomfortable look on her face

“My stomach is upset.” Mila shrugged, then collapsed onto the couch and laid her head on Remy’s shoulder, looking at the iPad on his lap, “What are you working on?”

“Just putting together some projections for a meeting later this week. Boring stuff.” 

“Don’t you ever stop working, it’s 7pm on a Saturday. You should be paying attention to me and your kids.” She complained.

“By kids you mean the one who’s still sleeping off a stomach bug from hell and the other that can’t be bothered with me because she’s distracted by some new gadget my mom got her?” Remy teased, “I work when I can find the time, and right at this moment, my time is for you.” He closed his iPad case and set it on the coffee table before wrapping his arms around Mila. “You’re warm.” Remy pushed her hair away from her face.

“I am? That’s great, I’ve probably caught what Jules is recovering from.” Mila nuzzled in closer to his side and sighed, “I really don’t feel well.”

“I know, Love. Let me get you something for that fever.”

Mila took the pills with no complaints and promptly passed out on the couch while Remy cleaned up dinner and got Leah bathed and settled for bed. After all of his dad duties he returned to his boyfriend duties and sat on the edge of the couch in front of Mila, gently shaking her awake.

She scrunched up her face and groaned, clearly not happy with having been woken up. 

“C’mon, M. Let’s head up to bed.” He said quietly, tucking her hair behind her ear. He frowned, noticing the heat still radiating off her skin. 

“I feel sick,” she whined.

“Nauseous sick or fever and achy sick?”

“Yes.” she sighed, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes.

Mila slowly sat up and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth muffling a small burp. Remy looked at her with raised eyebrows. 

“I’m gonna throw up.”

“Now?”

She shook her head, “I’ll make it upstairs.” She hiccupped, then grimaced and swallowed hard.

“Okay, c’mon. I actually rather like this carpet down here.”

Remy walked behind her upstairs, his hand hovering by the small of her back as she made her way to their bedroom. 

He peeked in on Jules and Leah to make sure they were both sleeping before trailing Mila into the room where he found her hovering over the toilet in their en-suite. 

“How are we doing, Lovely?” Remy asked gently, filling a glass with water and sitting it on the edge of the sink before grabbing a claw clip out of the vanity drawer.

Mila shook her head, hiccupping. A small burp came up and she gagged a trail of spit hanging from her lips into the water. 

“I don’t feel good.” She stated the obvious.

“I know.” He cooed, gathering all her hair and twisting it up into the clip. Remy settled on the edge of the tub rubbing small circles across her shoulders. 

It didn’t take long for her spine to curl and dinner to make a reappearance in the bowl.

She coughed and sputtered, small burps wracking her until a larger wave came up quickly followed by another. 

“You’re alright, M. Get it all up.” Remy continued rubbing her back. 

Strands of her hair were coming out of the claw clip and he pushed them out of her face, his hand holding her forehead. 

“Ughhh, fuck.” Mila groaned, sniffling. She reached up and flushed the toilet, sitting back. 

“Want some water?” Remy asked quietly.

She nodded, “Please?”

When she drinks some water and keeps it down for a little while they move to bed, Remy sitting the trashcan near her side of the bed just in case. 

“I’m a big girl, I can make it to the bathroom.” She mumbled tiredly.

“I know, I know. It’s just in case, M.” He crawled into bed and she quickly curled up next to him, nestling her head in his neck. 

Remy was exhausted, holding Mila’s hair back as she puked into the trashcan for the second time that night. He could only imagine how tired she was. She had run out of energy to run back and forth to the bathroom after the third trip. 

Mila hiccupped and whined, water and bile trickling into the bin hugged to her chest. 

“This is hell.” She complained, “Can you hand me some water?”

Remy reached around her and grabbed the water bottle off of the nightstand, opening it before handing it to her. She took a couple sips before burping over the trashcan. 

“You’re doing great, Love. You’re a trooper.”

“If I keep puking I’m going to scream”

“As long as you keep drinking water I think we can avoid a trip to the doctor. I just don’t want you getting as dehydrated as Jules… your fever seems to be sitting around 100.3.”

Mila took a couple more sips of water and hovered over the bin for a couple more minutes before she sat it on the floor and laid back down with a sigh.

“I’m going to apologize ahead of time for when you catch this.” She said, staring at the ceiling.

“I’ll live, just like you will. Nothing could keep me from holding back your hair while you’re puking your pretty little guts up.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” Mila rolled over, laying her head on Remy’s chest. 

“I’m serious.” He ran his fingers up and down her arm, “nothing in the world could keep me from staying up all night taking care of my vomiting girlfriend.”

“You’re ridiculous… I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Remy pressed a kiss into her hair, “Get some rest, Love.”