The Blood Barn (Book #2 in trilogy)

Chapter 30: Dodging Bullets

Saturday morning I woke up to Marta still sleeping like a log. Even when I went to the washroom and then returned to cuddle for a bit, she didn't respond to me. Clearly the wine had done her in, so I headed downstairs to make breakfast for the two of us.

Scrambled eggs, bacon, and french toast was the lineup that morning. I had a craving for french toast, and if Marta were to be hungover, I knew she would appreciate that instead of plain toast.

When I went upstairs to wake her, she was sitting on the edge of the bed. I sauntered over to her as she groaned and rubbed her head.

Sitting down next to her I asked, "Everything okay, baby?"

"My head hurts," she replied.

"You're probably hungover." Looking over at her, I knew she wouldn't be doing much that day.

"I do not want to drink like that again," she mumbled, dropping her hand down on her leg.

Marta seemed to sway for a bit, then suddenly fell forward, but I reacted quickly enough and caught her.

"Whoa, easy there." I pulled her back up from the impending face-plant, then got down on my knees to look up at her.

"Do you want me to bring breakfast upstairs for you, or do you want to wait until later to eat?"

She moaned, then ordered, "Bathroom."

Without a second thought I picked her up and carefully rushed down the hallway to the bathroom. I set her down, expecting her to pull down her booty shorts and go pee, but then immediately dropped to her knees instead. Realizing what was going to happen, I lifted the toilet seat and grabbed her hair. She began throwing up in the toilet, which was a bit surprising since she never had a problem with drinking too much before.

"Baby, did you and Brenda drink more than just wine last night?" I asked as she finished throwing up.

"No," she replied, grabbing some toilet paper, then wiping her mouth with it.

"Are you sick?"

"Not that I know of." Grabbing some more toilet paper, she then blew her nose.

"Well, you've never had that big of a problem with alcohol before," I stated. "I know you've been in prison for a year and a half, but I think you're excessively sick for the amount you two shared."

"I don't know, baby," she mumbled, tossing the soiled paper in the toilet.

"Maybe I'll text Jonas and see how Brenda is feeling."

Marta began to stand up, so I supported her as she left the seat in the down position, then washed her hands. Seeing as she might get sick again, I grabbed the garbage can from the bathroom and ran it down to her side of the bed while she dried her hands.

I returned to the bathroom to carry her back to bed, then kissed her forehead once she was tucked in.

"Rest up, baby," I soothed. "I'm going to get groceries, so I'll bring up some breakfast for you and set it on the nightstand for later if you feel like eating. I'll also grab some ginger ale while I'm out."

"Okay, baby," she whispered as she closed her eyes.

"I'll be back soon." Leaning down, I kissed the side of her forehead and then went downstairs.

Once I brought some food up for her and put the rest in the fridge, I put the dishes in soapy water to soak while I went out. I wanted to ride the Triumph since I wasn't getting that many opportunities with Marta needing to stay hidden, but I would never fit the groceries on the bike, so the Lexus it was.