Do It Again

Chapter 32

Blake picked me up off of the sticky sheets and carried me to the bathroom. I sat on the side of the tub while he tore Ross's bed clothes off.

"Where do we start?" Blake's asked, walking back into the bathroom.

I turned and started the water. "I need help taking off my pants."

"Maybe you should get Riker to help you." He looked away.

My cheeks burned. "How much did you hear?"

"All of it." He admitted. "I also heard that you didn't tell him you were pregnant."

"I couldn't." I shut off the water. "I had no opportunity to."

"I heard what was going on. You just didn't want to stop it to tell him."

He was right. I was completely embarrassed. "You're right. I need to tell him."

He nodded, clearly happy that he had convinced me. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

I untied my sweat pants and slid them down as much as I could. "You sure you're ok with helping?" I asked one more time.

"I'm here to help you."

I bit my lip. "I need help taking off my pants. Just sorta like pick me up enough to where I can slide them down more."

Blake moved over to me and lifted me up just enough. He did the rest and pulled my pants over my feet.

"I can't unhook my bra." It was embarrassing how helpless I was.

He laughed and reached behind me. When he pulled it off, I could see his cheeks burning a hot pink. I self-consciously crossed my arms over my chest.

"I'm sorry." He breathed. "I'm making you uncomfortable."

"It's not your fault." I watched the floor. "It just gets worse anyway. If you aren't ok with it I'll call Rocky."

"It's fine." He was determined. "I got it."

I nodded slightly. "I need you to help me into the tub. I can't get my hands or feet wet."

He slowly moved his arms around me and lowered me into the water.

"Are you ok?" He knelt beside the tub. "What else do I have to do?"

I held up my bandaged hands. "I can't wash myself." I thought about it. "Maybe I should call Rocky."

"There's nothing Rocky can do that I can't."

"I beg to differ." Rocky stood with his arms crossed in the doorway.

I jumped at Rocky's voice. "How long have you been back?" I asked frantically.

"Obviously not long enough." He moved in closer. "What's he doing here?"

Blake jumped up and moved toward the far wall, away from Rocky. "I'm sorry." He said quickly. "We weren't doing anything."

"I'm not asking you." Rocky growled.

"Rocky." I tried to calm him. "Come here."

He wouldn't move. He was giving Blake the death stare.

"Rocky." I said again. "Look at me. Come over here."

He slowly did as he was told and knelt down beside the tub. I glanced up at Blake and nodded toward the door. He didn't hesitate before he darted out of it.

"Why was he here?" Rocky was angry. "What were you two doing? What made you think this was a good idea?"

"I asked him to come." I took his wrist and moved it into the water to my stomach. "I spilled juice all over me. I was all sticky. I had to bath." He pulled his hand back. "I didn't think it was a good idea. I told him multiple times I would call you or get Riker. He said he could do it."