Being In Your Arms

Chapter 26: Munich

Emily's point of view:

I woke up the next morning early. I had the overwhelming urge to hydro- pump all over the toilet, and I did so after running in the restroom, nearly missing. Oh, the joys of pregnancy! I just love vomiting in beautiful hotel bathrooms!

Eli was still fast asleep. He's now perfected the art of sleeping through my vomiting sessions instead of getting up like he used to at the start of the pregnancy. I'm glad for this, because I hate Eli seeing me puking up my organs. It really is disgusting.

After throwing up for what felt like twelve centuries, I finally regained the composure to brush my teeth and get dressed. It had been thirty minutes, and it was almost ten, and Eli was still asleep. He's become such a heavy sleeper I'm beginning to wonder what would happen if an earthquake arose, my guess is he'd be sleeping. I had to shake Eli's giant shoulders for him to finally wake up.

"Babe, why are you waking me up? It's like, five in the morning." He said drowsily, turning around in bed. I rolled my eyes.

"It's quarter to ten. Come on, we have to meet the rest of the people by eleven." I pressed, pulling the covers off of him. He sighed and dug his face into the pillow.

"Fine. Just give me a minute." He said. I told Eli that I would be going into the lobby for breakfast and he could meet me there after he was done getting ready. I had to argue with him but eventually he allowed me to go and eat. This baby wanted food, now.

It took twenty minutes and me eating a full bagel for Eli to come down to the breakfast bar with me. He sat down across from me, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Sleep well?" I asked. He nodded as I went and poured him a cup of coffee.

"Thanks. I didn't really sleep much. One of those nights I guess. Did you?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, but I'm really excited so it took me a while to fall asleep." I said. He chuckled and downed his coffee.

"I'm glad you're delighted. So, how does this thing work anyway?" He asked.

"Well, we meet up with everyone at the museum a few blocks from here. Then, Mr. Martinson is going to give us further instruction. I don't think today will be much, it's mostly introduction. I don't have a lecture until tomorrow." I explained.

"So what will I do? Just sit and watch your lectures?" He asked.

"If you want. But apparently one of the other workers is bringing his brother who's not a historian. Maybe you could hang out with him?" I suggested. He shrugged, and I sensed there was something bothering him.

"Is everything okay? Don't think you're just here because I invited you." I said. I wanted to make sure I didn't just bring him because he was the only one that volunteered.

"Than why did you bring me here? Just to be your piece of arm candy while you and a bunch of hipsters talk about how intriguing the Great War was?" He snapped. I couldn't believe he was saying this. What kind of nerve did he have to think he could be like this?

"Why are you acting like this? If you want to go home than go, I won't slow you down." I said. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"That's obviously not going to happen. So go off with your little history friends and have a ball at the museum." He barked. People at the other table looked at us, but I glared at them and they looked back to their business.

"You know what, that's a great idea. See ya later," I said and got up from the table. I stormed out of the hotel and went into the taxi I called. I didn't care what or where Eli was. I'm going to have a good day today, and he isn't going to ruin it.