Demons 3

Maybe

Chapter Four: Maybe - Birdie

Katelyn's POV

It had been a month since our trip to Vegas, and Michael and Sam were still very happily married.  Not that I ever thought they'd split, but I did have my doubts about how long the marriage would last when Sam's freak outs would kick in.  They always started and ended the same; she'd be reminded of that night, have her panic attack about them being too young and too rash, and then Michael would calm her down with reassurances of his love and dedication to her.  It was sweet, really, but it was starting to get a little old.  

"I just think that maybe we should forget the fact that we're married, and wait a few more years until we're ready." Sam said, taking a seat at the bar stool beside the kitchen. I rolled my eyes.

"You mean when you're ready. Michael has made it very clear that he does not regret it, and that he was going to propose soon any way.  Besides, how do you forget a marriage?" 

Sam sighed and gave me that look that said I was right.

"I know, I'm being ridiculous..again. But it's just scary to think about: I'm a married woman. I mean before you know it there's going to be mortgages, kids, no sex..I'm not prepared for that." 

"Okay, you're getting way too ahead of yourself.  You guys have a lot of time before then.  Look at Ash and Tay.  They've been married for a while now and they're doing great." I said, trying to get rid of that too familiar look of panic in her eyes.

"Yeah but since when have they ever been normal? They're like straight out of a romance novel or a Lifetime movie.  It's unnatural."  

I laughed and took a sip of my coffee.  I regretted it immediately as I felt my stomach churn.  Dropping my mug as fast as I could without breaking it, I ran to the bathroom and threw up all of the contents of my breakfast.  This was the third day in a row, and I was getting sick of it.  A few of the kids I had been working with at school had been sick with the bug, so I assumed it was a given that I would be next to get it.  After a few deep breaths, I stood up from the ground and walked to the sink.  I splashed cool water on my face and meticulously brushed my teeth.

"You okay?" Sam asked, tentatively peaking her head through the door.   When she saw that I was decent she took a seat on the edge of the tub, and looked at me with concern.

"I'm fine.  Some kids at work have been sick so of course I got it too.  I'll be better in a few days. No big deal." I said, trying to smile through the second wave of nausea that was coursing through me. It really was starting to worry me, I had never been this sick for this long. I made a promise that if I wasn't better by the end of the week I'd make an appointment with my doctor.    

"Just make sure you don't wear yourself out." Sam said.

"I won't, don't worry. Then again those kids really keep you going."  I replied, leading the way out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen.  I had started working for the school that Taylor recommended a week after we had gotten back from our trip. True to her word, she was able to set me up with an interview, and thankfully I didn't screw it up too much.  I loved working there, even though it was only for the last few weeks of school.  It was my dream job, and with any luck it would become a permanent position after this year.