Without You

Sequel Chapter 15 "Blink if he's holding you against your will"

*LUKE'S POV*

I'm shaken awake by Aubrey jumping out of my arms.

I sit up quicker than a flash of lighting and catch a glimpse of her sprinting to the bathroom.

She must gotta piss real bad.

I hear the sound of the toilet seat flying up and following that, the sound of her body hitting the floor.

I fly out of bed and dash through the open door of the bathroom.

"Baby?" my voice comes out in a tone filled with worry.

She sits on the bathroom floor with her head in the toilet as she empties the contents of her stomach.

Or not.

I take ahold of the hair she is trying to hold back with her free hand and my other hand rubs soothing circles down her back. I take the hair tie off her wrist and I put her hair up.

I sit there with her all the while she does what she needs to do. After fifteen or so minutes, she finally pulls away from the toilet.

"Are you okay?" I question as she hangs her head. Poor thing's exhausted.

"I'm better now," she whispers weakly. She moves to get up and I grab her waist, aiding her to stand.

"Did you eat something?" I rub my hand up and down the small of her back as she stands at the sink getting her toothbrush ready.

"I don't know. I've been feeling a little queasy for a few days now," she explains quietly, "We've had a few clinicals recently. I could have gotten a bug from someone at the hospital."

She brushes her teeth and walks out.

"I'm going to take a shower," she mumbles, walking back into the bathroom, clothes in her hands.

"Are you going to faint?"

"No, I won't faint," a small smile reaches her lips, "I'll be out in a few minutes, okay?"

"Okay," I mumble, dragging my feet as I walk out our large bathroom and back into our bedroom.

I fall back onto our bed and stare at the ceiling. There's no way in hell I'll fall asleep without her.

During away games, it's a damn struggle. I talk with her on the phone until she falls asleep and then I'm awake for another hour or so until I'm able to finally fall asleep.

I like cuddling a little.

I guess I'm hungry. I once again stand from the bed and I mosey my way to the kitchen. I send a glare toward Aubrey's cow salt shakers, one's nearly identical to the ones she had years ago.

Those bring back bad memories.

I grab a box of cereal from the top of the fridge, purposefully hidden from Eli who, although we have our own fucking house, is still constantly over.

Aubrey and I have lived in this house for nearly three years, buying it right after our freshman year, and Eli for some reason has the idea that it is somewhat his. Bitch.

I fix myself a big ass bowl of cereal and take a seat at Aubrey's beloved white and black marbled island.

I look down at my left hand and a small smile appears on my face as I take in the sight of my wedding band.

God, I love my woman.

In football, or pretty much any other sport, the players aren't supposed to wear wedding bands due to ring avulsion. Ring avulsion, my ass.