The pounding heat, crowded streets, and nutritional deficits were getting to every Pogue, but none as much as Sarah.
The poor girl had been nauseous the entire boat ride to Morocco, and the flicker of hope she had for relief was squandered. Now, instead of the morning sickness and rocky currents making her stomach churn, it was the radiating heat and the lack of food.
She'd tried to ignore it, but as she and John B, with intertwined fingers, followed their friends back into the bowels of the city, she couldn't suck it up any longer.
Despite all her effort, the discomfort was clear on her face. Even clearer when she let out a groan and pressed a hand to her stomach.
"Hey, guys! Wait up!" John B called without bothering to confirm that Sarah needed a break. It was abundantly clear that his wife needed to at least sit down for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Grace asked, as she kneeled in front of her sister.
Sarah had gratefully set herself down on a dusty stone bench, fists clenched and eyes shut, focusing on taming her unruly stomach.
Grace set a gentle hand on Sarah's forehead. Even though they were all feeling the heat, the hand was cool in comparison to Sarah's sweaty skin.
"Nauseous. I'm really nauseous," Sarah answered quickly, eyes still tightly closed. It helped a bit; now instead of the winding streets spinning, the dizziness was contained to her head.
"You gotta eat," Grace said, turning towards John B but keeping her hand pressed to Sarah's forehead.
John B, who was rubbing his wife's shoulders, nodded over at Grace. "Yeah, we gotta get her something."
"Are you okay?" asked Pope from behind Grace. The rest of the crew had been taking in the nearby market, giving them space, but they had to get a move on.
John B shook his head, answering for Sarah.
Kie looked back and forth between the trio, assessing the situation with her usual tenacity.
"No, I'm fine," Sarah quickly protested.
"No. We need to get her something to eat," her sister was quick to interject. She knew Sarah was desperate to just get on with the hunt, but Grace had already decided to prioritize her family over anything else.
"Good luck with that. We don't have any money," the voice of reason pointed out the inconvenient obvious.
Sharing a look with JJ, Cleo butted in. "We can do it the old-fashioned way."
"A little five-finger discount?" the blonde mused.
Cleo nodded over at him, humming an approving, "Mhm."
Sarah peeled her eyes open and waved her hand dismissively. "I don't wanna hold up the group."
"No, we're good," Kiara was quick to say. As the second person to find out about the baby, she felt obligated to be extra caring.
"Let's do it. Let's just do it fast, all right?" John B made the final decision.
"I'm coming with. You need an experienced thief," Cleo said to JJ, who was already looking around the market, searching for a viable victim.
As she pushed past him, JJ mocked offence, pressing a dramatic hand to his chest as if he were wounded. "Experienced thief?" he scoffed.
Before following Cleo off into the market, he held a hand out to Grace, who was still kneeling by her sister. Grace grabbed his hand and let him pull her up. "We'll be right back, Sare."
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𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 - JJ Maybank
FanfictionGrace Cameron was a Pogue. Always has been. Sure her dad and half-siblings were the Kookiest a Kook could get but her mom had grown up on the Cut so she did too. Her friend group vowed to have a good time all the time but when a boat goes down in th...
