Baby Girls

He just looks upset and lonely.

EMMA'S POV

I wake up cursing the day the sun was created. My head is pounding, and I know I'm going to puke.

I see Seth walking out of the bathroom in his boxers and I begin to panic.

I look for Bradley, but he's not here, only Seth is.

And I'm naked.

And hungover.

Bradley.

Did I cheat?

I want him here with me right now.

"Oh good, you're finally awake." Seth says. I stare at him, and he seems to read my mind. He laughs. "No, we didn't sleep together. Actually, you didn't sleep with anyone last night, and if you did, it was Brad. He left a note for you." he grabs a slip of paper off of the desk next to the television. "Here." He walks over to me and hands me the note. Right away, I recognize my husbands handwriting.

Ems,

I'm sorry I couldn't be there to explain that you've only had sex with me, but (and you probably don't remember this) but Noah went to jail last night and the girls were freaking out so I had to go get the twins. Mom thinks that Sky has separation anxiety, and that really worries me. I know your probably really hung over and really confused. That's why I have taken the husband-ly gesture of putting a glass of water, two advils, and a bucket right next to your pin.

I love you.

Love,

Bradley.

I puke in the bucket, and take the pills. I down the water, and then I run my finger over the B in Bradley's name, and I feel my heart smash as it smears.

The ink is fresh, which means he just left.

I look at Seth.

"Can you get out or turn around or hide in a closet? I need to go to the restroom." I say.

"Sure." He says.

He walks out of the hotel room, and I get up and grab the bucket and my suitcase and go into the bathroom. I dump the puke in the toilet and flush it, and then I spray out the garbage bucket and set it next to the toilet where Bradley got it from.

"Are you good?" Seth calls.

"Yeah, you can come in!" I call.

I hear the door shut, and then the TV starts.

I lock the door and then I start the shower and quadruple check that the vomit is down the drain before I step in.

I take a while to wash my hair and body and shave.

I have to admit I peed in the shower.

Whatever, I believe that there are two types of.

There are people that pee in the shower...

And then there are fucking liars.

I pull on a beige pushup bra, a red thong, and then a turquoise dress that goes to a few inches above my knees. I curl my hair and roll on deodorant, and then I pull everything back into the room and put things in their place.

I start cleaning things up.

"Where is everyone else?" I ask, my headache already fading.

I don't get hangovers for very long, and I never have.

"I'm pretty sure they went out and they left us because we were the only ones sleeping." He says.

I nod, and then I remember Noah was in jail, and I pick up my phone and call him.