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"...you have the glow..."
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"Don't forget we have to see my parents today," I yelled for Neji to hear. We have been sitting in the hotel for 4 days now because Neji got a stomach bug, setting our plan off course.
"I know. I feel bad that I messed everything up," he said, coming out of the bathroom in only a towel.
"Neji it's fine. My parents aren't mad about it. It was completely out of your control," I reassured him. "But I told you not to eat the food on the plane."
"I was hungry though. And I wanted to make a good first impression for them," he frowned.
"And you already did when you talked to them on the phone. They love you already," I smiled.
He eyed me cautiously before picking me up off of the bed and hugging me. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you look?"
"What do you want?" I asked, suspicious of his actions. "No. What did you do?"
He let go of me to throw his hands in the air in defense. "I didn't do anything. I promise."
"Neji Hyuga you better not be lying to me," I warned him.
"Never my love," he smiled, kissing the side of my head. "Isn't it time to call Clara and Sakura?"
"No. They're all going out to Mr. Jiraiya's latest book signing. Supposedly he just published a new one in his series."
"I see. Well, the driver will be here to get us in 30 minutes. A lot can happen in that time," he smirked, playing with the hem of my shirt.
"You're always so horny," I chuckled, shooing away his hand.
"No, I am no—"
Suddenly I felt the urge to throw up—as though something was bubbling in my stomach and itching to be released.
I ran straight to the bathroom, lifting the toilet seat and vomiting in the bowl. Neji came running up behind me, tying my hair behind me.
"Baby are you okay?" he asked, rubbing my back.
"I don't know what just happened," I huffed, wiping my mouth with a piece of toilet paper.
"You might've caught my bug," he frowned.
"Ugh, this is the worst. I wanted to see my parents today," I pouted, grabbing my toothbrush to get rid of the smell of puke.
"Do you want me to call and tell them you're not feeling well?" he asked, reaching for my phone.
I thought about it for a minute. "No no, it's okay. We'll go. I feel bad canceling on them when they've been so excited to see us. And I just remembered that we need to call your father to schedule a time to meet with him," I said, grabbing the toothpaste.
