Infinite Temptations

Jesus, Theo.

Theo's POV:

Mason was busy with training so Paisley and I had decided to run to the store to get some ice cream that she was craving. I wasn't feeling great at all but I was also the only one available to drive her. My Dads were in Maine for another two days and everyone else was at training. It had been 4 days since finding out I was pregnant and I just felt more and more run down as the days went on. This morning when I woke up and I had a sore throat and a cough and as the morning went on I kept feeling cold.

Paisley had ridden in my passenger seat and she had already given me a weird look about what I was wearing. I had a sweatshirt on with the hood up and sunglasses on and sweatpants. I had stayed in the car, coughing and shivering while she went in for ice cream. We were currently on our way back to the pack house when she finally commented on my coughing and what I was wearing.

"Are you okay? You've been coughing a lot and you're wearing sweats."

"I'm fine. Just have a cough." I shrugged. "And I'm cold."

"Cold? It's 84 degrees outside! You cough every 2 minutes and it steadily sounds worse. You could have told me no and you should have had Margo check you out."

I coughed again. "I'm fine. And your pregnant ass wanted Ice cream. I was the only one available to take you. Can you stop turning the fucking air colder?" I snapped.

"I'm fucking hot! It's hot outside!"

"Well, I am cold." I shivered.

She reached over and put her hand on my face. "Jesus, Theo. You're burning up."

I moved my head away. "I'm fine."

"No, you aren't! You're clearly sick and you are fucking pregnant! Did you even let Mason know?"

"No. Cause I am fine."

I parked the car.

"Theo! Please. Please, you need to get checked out. I can go grab Mason and you can go see Margo."

"Jesus. Will you please stop? You go eat your ice cream that you all but begged me to go get and let me crawl my ass back into bed."

I climbed out and walked away from her. My throat was killing me, my head was pounding and I just wanted to go back to bed. I ignored her as she kept calling for me. I grabbed a water bottle and walked back past her for the stairs.

"THEODORE MICHAEL ARSON!"

I froze halfway up the stairs as Mason yelled my name.

"Fuck." I whispered to myself.

I turned and looked at him. "Can I please go lay down?"

"Your sister said you are burning up and have a major cough and that you're refusing to see Margo."

He was at the foot of the stairs now.

"Look. I feel like shit. I am cold, I am tired, and I am-" Cough. "Going to go lay down."

"Baby. You look and sound terrible, please come get checked out." Mason came up the stairs and touched my face. "Jesus. You really are burning up. Please."

I dropped my forehead onto his chest and sighed. "Okay. My head's pounding. Can you carry me?"

"Of course, Baby. Of course."

He picked me up bridal style and I rested my head against his shoulder. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his shoulder before he turned and hurried back down the stairs heading for Margo's office. He didn't even knock he just stormed in.