Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 21

Ariana

Sunday, 3:34 pm

"Baby, I don't feel good." Justin whines.

"Aww, what's wrong?"

"My stomach hurts." He says.

I sit down next to him on the couch, lifting his shirt up.

"You're never sick, baby. Why now?"

"I don't know." I rub soft circles on his stomach and he groans.

"I'm gonna get you some medicine." I say.

He nods, closing his eyes. I walk into the bathroom and open the medicine cabinet. I find a bottle of Tums and go into the kitchen for some water and some liquid medicine.

I know he hates it. Everybody does, but, it'll make him feel better.

He groans as soon as he sees the medicine in my hand.

"I'm sorry, baby." I give him the Tums first, which are disgusting, and he drinks half the water, then I give him the liquid medicine, and he drinks the rest.

"Get some rest, babe. Maybe we can go on a walk later. If you feel better." He nods and I kiss his cheek.

I walk upstairs to play with Aviella for about an hour until Justin appears in the doorway, a small smile on his face.

"Hey. Feel better?" I put my phone down and stand up.

"Alright, I guess. Can we go on that walk? I need some air."

"Sure." I help Aviella find some clothes to wear.

Gray leggings, a white Nike t shirt, and all black Roshes. I walk downstairs and put on a navy crop top and black skirt. I put on my brown gladiator sandals and when I exit the bedroom, Justin looks me up and down with a smirk on his face.

"A little much for a walk, aye?"

"Shut up. I always gotta be cute." I roll my eyes and he chuckles, running a hand through his hair.

"Aviella, let's go!" I yell.

She comes down the stairs and stands in front of us with a smile on her face.

"What did you do?" I ask her.

"Nothing." She smiles, walking to the door.

She unlocks it and opens it, walking on the porch. I look and Justin and we both laugh before following her outside. I make sure I have the keys before closing the door behind us.

We walk to the corner of the street and Aviella begs us to go to the park.

"Okay, baby girl. Calm down." Justin says.

"Can we go?" She says again.

"Hold on." He stops walking, taking a few deep breaths before catching up to me and Aviella.

"Babe, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? We can go home if you need to."

"Yeah, daddy. We don't have to go to the park." Aviella looks up at him and he forces a smile on his face.

I can tell he's uncomfortable.

"No, we can keep going." He says.

"If you say so." I shrug and we continue walking.

Aviella in front of me and me in front of Justin. Right down the street from the park, I turn around and see Justin about 15 to 20 feet behind us. I have absolutely no idea how we got that far away from him, but he doesn't look good. At all.

"Aviella, wait." I tell her.

She turns around, running to Justin as soon as she sees him.

"Mommy! Daddy threw up." Aviella yells.

I was about 10 feet away from them now.

"Shit." I mutter.

I run the rest of the way to him and Aviella stands behind me.

"Not feeling so well now, are you?" I ask.

"Shut up. Let's just go home." He says.

Aviella walks in front of us the whole way home, and Justin throws up once more on the way.

"I'm gonna take Aviella to my moms house. Do you wanna come?" I ask Justin once we reach the house.

"No. Not at all." He says.

"Sorry, you don't have a choice. What if you pass out while I'm gone or something?"

"Oh, that's nice. Why did you ask then?"

"I was hoping you were gonna say yes." He laughs and we all walk outside to the car.

I have to drive, unfortunately, because I hate driving. And being pregnant makes it a thousand times worse.

I drive slowly to my moms house, for my sake and Justin's.

"It could be food poisoning. I know I haven't checked but I don't think you have a fever. Maybe it's from Taco Bell." I tell Justin.

He shrugs, leaning his head against the window. I pull into the driveway of my moms house, seeing her car and Frankie's car in the driveway. They're both home.

I let Justin stay in the car while I take Aviella inside.

"Mom, Justin's sick. So, I need Aviella to stay here. Thanks."

"No, thank you for asking me so politely." Mom replies, pulling Aviella in for a hug.

"I'm sorry. He's never been sick before."

"What is it?"

"I thin food poisoning. From Taco Bell."

"He'll be over it in a day. Don't forget your daughter over here."

"I won't. Where's Frankie?"

"Upstairs talking to another male. Don't know his name or anything, and I don't care. Go take care of your man. And don't get sick while doing it."

"I won't. Thanks mom and I love you."

"Love you too." I hug her before making my way back to the car.

Justin was asleep in his seat. No matter how sick he was, he still looked sexy as hell. I put the back of my hand to his forehead. It was warm, but not hot. He definitely had food poisoning.

5:37 pm

"Fuck, Ariana. Stop." Justin groans.

I stop the car on the side of the road and Justin leans out the side to puke. Thank God we were on the back roads.

"My poor baby." I rub his thigh and continue to drive us home.

When we get there, I help Justin out of the car and to the couch immediately.

"Stay here." I bring him a trash can just in case he doesn't make it to the bathroom.

"Throw up on my floor and I'll kill you."

"I got it." He says.