The Moonlit Series

Chpt. 14: Bubble Baths Aren't Always Romantic

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Johanna's POV:

I wake up to a slight pounding in my head and a funny feeling stomach. I didn't really eat too much yesterday, so it's probably that. I manage to wiggle out of Daric's grasp and roll out of bed. I then trudge to the kitchen where I stare at the coffee pot for a few minutes. Coffee is normally much appreciated in the mornings. But, for some reason, not this morning. With a sigh, I open the fridge. And... there is nothing I want to eat. I close the door and lean against the counter. I then blow out a breath and buzz my lips.

"Hey baby girl," Daric wanders in with messy hair. He slides up next to me and plants a kiss on the top of my head. He then leans back and looks over me for a second. "What's up?"

I sigh. "I don't know."

He looks at me perplexed. "Okay..."

I respond by punching him in the arm.

"Hey! I thought we were over the punching!"

"You thought wrong." I grumble. "And, people can know something is up without knowing what! I know you know what I'm talking about."

"You gut me there, but I think you know something. So, what is it?" He pokes me in the stomach. I grimace.

"I think I'm hungry, but I don't actually want to eat anything." I sink into the counter with defeat. What kind of person feels that way? It makes no sense!

Daric is quiet for a minute, just staring at me. "So... do you want to eat something?"

"I am hungry..." I whine.

"Okay, do you want eggs?"

"No"

"Cereal?"

"No"

"Um, what about cinnamon rolls?"

Oo! Who doesn't want those? "Um... no." Not me I guess.

"Okay, really, what else is up besides your weird hunger?"

I shrug. "I mean, my stomach feels funny, but that's probably just from me being hungry."

"How about some ginger ale? That always helps funny tummies."

It's impossible for me to prevent myself from chuckling lightly after hearing 'tummy' coming from his lips. Daric returns by narrowing his eyes at me.

"And apples help too. Do you want those?"

"I don't feel like biting into an apple..."

Daric mutters something under his breath (I think I heard "hand..." and "sick").

"What?"

"How about I cut them into slices? You'll have the apple slices and ginger ale."

I think it over for a minute. "Um... okay." I nod.

"I'll get on that." Daric bends to peck my lips before getting everything out for my breakfast. Isn't he great?

Soon enough, there is a glass of bubbly caramel-colored goodness and a bowl of wedged fruit yumminess in front of me. Just before I lift the glass to take a sip, Daric tells me to wait a second; he turns around and pops a straw in my ginger ale.