This Love is Ours

Chapter 26: A Sibling's Bond

Hey guys!

I just wanted to give you guys a heads up that I'm not going to be able to update this Saturday, as I'm going away to Phoenix for the week with my cousins, and I won't be bringing my computer along with me. (and YES, I'm seeing the Coyotes play the Oilers... super excited!!)

Sorry guys!

The next update will be next Tuesday, as per usual.

Thanks, and love you all,

-Becca xoxo

{Patrick}

I roll over in bed, groaning as I do so.

I clutch my throbbing head, squeezing my eyes shut.

My forehead is hot and sweaty, and my tongue is swollen and sore.

I crack my eyes open, and glance at the clock on my night table.

Noon.

I groan, rolling back over onto my back.

It's Sunday, August 7.

Last night, the boys and I had a sick night out, but I'm paying the price right now.

I have a hangover, and a bad one at that.

I was making fun of Abigail for her hangover yesterday morning, but now look whose feeling like absolute shit?

Me.

Whatever, I don't regret anything.

Last night was so much fun, and I didn't get home until about five this morning.

I look to my left, and see that Abigail's side of the bed is made up.

She's probably been up for a few hours, now.

I look out the floor-to-ceiling window in our room, and the sunlight almost blinds me.

My headache worsens, and I pull the covers over my head violently.

I groan, reminiscing through last night.

After about half an hour, I force myself to get up.

I know Abigail's way of coping with hangovers is to lie around in bed all day, but that's not for me.

I usually like to get up, shower, and eat something.

That almost always makes me feel better.

I sit up slowly, and swing my legs over the side of the bed.

My stomach is doing somersaults, and my headache is intense.

I quickly swallow an Advil, closing my eyes as it makes its way down my throat.

After about two minutes, I carefully make my way to the bathroom, where I turn on the hot water.

I strip off my sweatpants and underwear, leaving me completely naked.

I get in the shower, the hot steam feeling good as it enters my lungs.

I lean against the wall in the shower, as the hot water rolls down my skin, and through my hair.

I groan, as I soap my entire body, washing away the feelings of last night.

Last night was sweet, I'm not going to lie.

But, I'll admit I feel a little guilty for getting so many dances...

It was my bachelor party, and I was drunk!