Can We Teach Them? (Sequel to Can You Teach Me?)

Chapter 19 Under Fire

Chapter 19 Under Fire

Week 10 of Bootcamp (Aug 16)

So much for my confident display of sexy femininity earlier.  I showered in front of my men, knowing I was causing a lot of hard feelings.  Yet, the buzz I got from reigning power over my men simply by showing them what they wanted but not offering for them to actually touch... priceless.  Or it would be priceless if it wasn't 3am, and I wasn't naked, on my knees, hugging the porcelain throne.

I heaved into the toilet again and again.  Nothing was coming up except bile.  It was burning my throat something fierce.  I tried to stand up to make the nausea cease, but I just kept going like the stupid energizer bunny, if it were pregnant and had morning sickness.  Although, for me, it is NOT morning sickness.  It is all day sickness.

I felt large rough hands gather my hair from the curtain it was creating around the rim of the toilet.  A cool washcloth was laid on the back of my neck and a sheet draped over my naked back.  I guess sticking my naked rear in the air while expelling my intestines into the toilet is really not all that enticing.

I lifted my head for a moment of reprieve and glanced over my shoulder to see if it was Silas or North helping me.  I should have known it was North.  He was a very light sleeper.

I pulled the washcloth from my neck and wiped my mouth with a quietly mumbled, "Thank you".

Quick as lightning, North snatched the washcloth from my hand, then hauled me away from the toilet.  He glanced back at the toilet and boomed out, "DOC! San needs you NOW!"

I shook my head in refusal, "Shhhh.  You will wake everyone up.  It's just a little morning sickness, North Star."

He held the washcloth like it was damning evidence in a trial.  He pointed angrily at the washcloth.  "This is NOT just morning sickness, Sang Baby.  Something is fûcking seriously wrong!  And this might not be my biological baby, but this kid is GODDAMN MINE, TOO!"

The lights to our barracks were on by the end of North's rant and everyone was crowding around us.  Sean took the washcloth out of North's huge paws and pushed him aside to see the toilet.  When Sean turned back around, the look on his face said it all.  North was right.  Something was wrong, very wrong.

I looked back at the washcloth and saw blood.  I wiped my mouth again, with the back of my hand, but no blood was present.  "Can I have a moment to brush my teeth, please."  I asked, since my men were blocking the sinks.

After brushing and rinsing, I noticed a faint hint of blood in my spit.  I braced my hands on the edge of the sink and dropped my head forward.  Gentle hands began rubbing circles between my tense shoulder blades.  "We are here for you, Princess.  Let me help you back to bed." 

I noticed Victor didn't say, 'Everything will be alright.'  As I turned back towards the beds, I caught the look of horror on Nathan's face.  If something is really wrong, if I fail at being able to carry this baby, will we be able to keep our family together?  Will Nathan blame me?  Will all of them? 

I felt a large shirt being pulled over my head.  Wracking sobs took over the control of my body as I shook and convulsed as if I was being electrocuted. I could hear the guys voices rising in fear and anger and worry as they all spoke over each other.  Victor held me close on the bed, wrapping his arms and legs around me like an anaconda.  Who knows, maybe he can hold all of my shattering pieces together.

Someone silenced the room and Sean had Victor move aside so he could do his doctor thing.  He used a light in my throat, palpated my stomach, checked my vitals, then asked the guys to leave for a few minutes so he could do a pelvic exam.  'Or the best I can do without all the proper instruments', he told me with a flirty wink that didn't truly hide the concern that was present in his eyes.