NFH Honeymoon from Hell II (7 page)

He did, but not because he was afraid of his
wife, which there may have been a slight possibility at that moment
that he was, but because he was curious what the hell had happened
to make his normally sane wife lose her fucking mind. He could have
easily shoved her off and freed himself, but the thought
surprisingly never even entered his mind. He would never do
anything that could hurt her.

So, he laid there, glaring right back at her
as he slowly swallowed the pills, dry. As soon as the pills went
down his throat she removed her hand and calmly got up and walked
towards the door as though this little break in sanity never
happened. Even the doctor that had been trying to get him to
swallow the damn pills for the past half hour stood there, slack
jawed as he stared after Zoe.

Obviously feeling the need to explain her
crazed actions, she turned around, cleared her throat delicately
and explained, “They’re serving fried chicken in the lower
restaurant in twenty minutes,” she said with a shrug and a sheepish
smile that made the doctor take a hasty step back, probably
thinking that the woman was insane, but since Trevor knew that she
was simply trying to keep up with the twins that she was carrying,
he simply placed his hand over his stomach, rolled over onto his
side and promptly fell asleep.

Chapter 7

“
Can I get you anything else, ma’am?” Edmund, the
cute waiter who’d she’d gotten to know quite well over the past two
days, asked as he picked up another empty glass and
plate.

“
Another banana split and a
chocolate milk?” she asked, not quite able to meet his gaze as she
stepped aside so that he could place the cheeseburger platter,
plate of lasagna, American chop suey, chicken tenders with French
fries and onion rings on the table that he’d just
cleared.

“
With extra bananas,” he
said with a smile and an understanding nod as he pulled out his
tablet and added her order while she stood there, trying not to
think about the fact that he’d probably spent more time in her room
over the past two days, bringing her food, than anywhere
else.

“
Please,” she said right
around the time that the pained groan sounded from the floor
reminding her to ask for something else. “And more Gatorade,
please?”

“
Certainly,” Edmund said
with a nod as he grabbed the last empty plate and placed it on the
cart, which earned a small grunt that they both knew by this point
meant, “Thank you.”

He started to push the cart towards the door
when the large tan hand was suddenly raised in the air, holding a
twenty-dollar bill. With a smile and a murmured thank you, Edmund
accepted the money and continued to push the cart towards the door
that he’d left propped open. Once he’d pushed the cart out, he
allowed the door to close behind him.

“
Do you want to try and eat
something?” she asked the large man curled up in the fetal position
on the floor as she cut the cheeseburger in half.

He didn’t answer her, but he did open one eye
so that he could narrow it accusingly on her before he shut it and
resumed softly groaning miserably from the spot that he’d claimed
on the floor by the door as his. The only time he’d left that spot
in the last two days was to use the bathroom, take a shower, three
attempted baths to soothe his stomach and one time to crawl on his
hands and knees to the balcony with the hopes that the fresh air
would somehow make him feel better.

Nothing of course worked.

Well, technically the pills worked since they
stopped him from getting sick every time that he smelled food and
managed to knock him out for a few hours at a time, but they also
made him dizzy, his vision a bit blurry and left him incredibly
thirsty. He’d probably gone through two gallons of Gatorade a day,
which of course meant that he would have to get up more frequently
for trips to the bathroom, which exacerbated his dizziness and
would allow his nausea to kick in once again.

The poor guy just couldn’t seem to catch a
break, she thought with a pitying shake of her head and a small
sigh as she picked up half her burger and took a big, satisfying
bite that nearly earned a moan of appreciation, but she knew better
than to do that. Not with poor Trevor stuck on the floor, starving,
grumbling and having an absolutely miserable time.

Not that she was having a great time, because
she definitely wasn’t, not with Trevor like this, but she had to
admit that it was rather nice to get a break from the constant
hunger pains that came with carrying Bradford twins. When she
wasn’t eating, and she still couldn’t believe that she could eat so
much and not even feel the slightest bit full, she was sitting on
the floor, holding Trevor’s head in her lap and holding his hand as
he suffered through this.

Part of her wished that they’d never come,
but the other part of her, the one that couldn’t help smiling
whenever she thought about how sweet Trevor was to bring her on
this trip, was glad that they’d come. She’d never been on a trip
before and even though most people would probably rank this as a
horrible trip, one that they’d probably pray would end soon, she
was actually enjoying herself…sort of.

Bad or good, this was her first real trip and
she was going to do her best to enjoy it, even while she rubbed
Trevor’s back as the poor man dry heaved in the bathroom. Most
people would probably call her crazy for trying to enjoy this trip
when it had obviously gone to hell quickly, but she didn’t care.
She was on her honeymoon with her incredibly handsome, albeit sick,
husband and she was determined to enjoy herself.

“
Kill…me…,” Trevor groaned
as he dragged himself across the short distance, wrapped his hand
gently around her ankle and held on even as he caressed her ankle
with small circles with his thumb.

Taking another bite of her burger, which
she’d like to point out was really good, she knelt down on the
floor next to him so that she could run the fingers of her free
hand through his short, soft hair.

“
It will be fine,” she
promised him even as she took another bite of that incredibly juicy
burger and wondered if she could get Edmund to bring her another
one before the dinner rush started.

*-*-*-*

“
Are you sure about this?”
Zoe asked as she continued to rub his back while he stood there,
holding onto the railing as he struggled not to lose his Gatorade
breakfast.

“
Yes
!” he bit out, glaring at the gangplank with a determination
that most of the people rushing past them found a little
frightening, but he didn’t give a damn.

He was getting off this damn boat today,
going to the medical center and getting the medication that his
uncle called in for him so that he could fix this damn honeymoon.
Taking a slow, deep breath, he forced his feet to work and take him
past the gawking tourists, concerned cruise employees and made his
way to the line of taxis, keeping his wife’s hand firmly in
his.

“
Maybe we should look into
getting a hotel room and see about getting a flight home?” Zoe
suggested, shooting him another worried glance while they made
their way slowly to the taxi stationed in front of the
wharf.

“
No,” he said firmly,
determined to fix this honeymoon even if it killed him and judging
by the way this honeymoon had been going so far, it damn well might
just do that.

“
It’s fine if you want to go
home,” she said, giving him an encouraging smile, letting him know
that she meant it.

For a moment, he considered giving in and
saying the hell with it just so that he would never have to set
foot on that ship again, but he just couldn’t force the words from
his mouth when he knew that it would mean taking away the first
vacation that Zoe had ever had. She deserved this vacation and he
was going to do everything within his power to make sure that she
always remembered it and not because he hadn’t been able to leave
the fetal position for the last two days.

“
Where are we going?” she
asked as she joined him in the cab that had damn well better take
them where he could get this fixed.

“
To pick up something that
my uncle had shipped over,” he said, praying that his uncle had
been able to pull this off, because otherwise he was going to have
to spend the next week curled up on the floor of their suite, dying
a slow, painful death.

Since that wouldn’t help him romance his
wife, he was going to have to do something about it now while he
had the chance.

*-*-*-*

“
How are you feeling?” Zoe
asked, still unable to believe the change in him.

“
Great,” he said with a
smile as he settled back on the lounger and released a loud
satisfied sigh that let her know that he was feeling a hundred
times better, but it was the fact that they’d just spent the last
five hours in the buffet that let her know that Trevor was over the
terrifying sea sickness that had once kept him hostage in their
room.

“
Good,” she mumbled, giving
up on trying to force a smile since he had his eyes closed and
couldn’t see her anyway and glanced around the large deck, noting
all the women, and a few men, who just couldn’t seem to take their
eyes off her husband.

Not that she could blame them, she thought
with a wistful sigh as she stole a glance towards her husband
and-

“
Umm, why exactly are you
shoving pharmaceutical bottles in my face?” she felt obligated to
ask as she sat back just far enough so that she could grab the
brown bottle that he insisted on giving her out of her
face.

“
It’s not a pharmaceutical
bottle,” he grumbled, sounding oddly content as he laid there in
the sun, getting his already tanned, perfectly defined muscles even
tanner, which she had to admit, did make her want to lick her lips
in appreciation.

“
Are you going to rub some
of that on me or what?” he asked around a small yawn as he rolled
back over onto his stomach and laid his head on his folded arms as
he waited for her to commence with the rubbing.

“
What exactly is this?” she
asked, lowering her sunglasses on her nose so that she could squint
down at the bottle in her hands.

It was a bottle of sunblock, the sport kind
that guaranteed coverage for up to four hours, which actually had
her shoulders sagging in defeat and fighting back the real urge to
cry. She hadn’t slept much in the last couple of days because she’d
been too busy either shoving food in her mouth in a desperate
attempt to appease the Bradfords that she was carrying or taking
care of the one currently giving his body a little wiggle to remind
her that he required someone to rub sunscreen on him when all she
wanted to do was go back to their room and sleep. She’d planned on
getting a little nap on the beach today since this was the first
dock day, but her husband apparently had other plans that had taken
them all over the island, hanging out in a waiting room that was
kept at a crisp thirty below zero, then promptly dragged her to the
other side of the island so that he could fill several
prescriptions before she was dragged back to the ship where Trevor
slapped on a seasickness patch that his uncle had prescribed him
and proceeded to check to see if the medication worked.

It did, but just to make sure that it wasn’t
a fluke, they’d spent five hours in the buffet room so that he
could try everything at least a dozen times before declaring with
that incredibly sexy smile of his that they were going to start
their honeymoon the right way, tonight. Unfortunately for her, she
wasn’t interested in started their honeymoon. What she was
interested in was the queen-sized bed waiting for her back in their
room.

“
Trevor, I-”

“
Start on my legs?” he
suggested, cutting her off and making her sigh heavily, mostly
because she was starting to get a little cranky.

“
Fine,” she muttered
unhappily as she shook the bottle, flicked the top open and turned
it over to squeeze some in her hand when she noticed the hot
platinum blonde with medically enhanced assets standing over them,
running her eyes hungrily over Trevor even as she shot him a
knowing smile, letting Zoe know that the blonde had set her sights
on Trevor.

Normally, she might have explained to the
woman that he was married, screwed with the blonde’s head for her
own enjoyment, but today all she wanted to do was go curl up in bed
and go sleep for the next twelve or so hours. Knowing that she had
no other choice in the matter, she did what she had to do.

She held up the bottle to the blonde and with
a tilt of her head gestured towards Trevor, who looked close to
falling asleep as he waited for his sunscreen body massage.

With a coy smile, the blonde accepted the
bottle and Zoe made her escape, too exhausted to care that she’d
just given an incredibly hot woman the right to run her hands over
her husband, Zoe got to her feet, yawned and somehow managed to
make it to her room where she promptly passed out just as soon as
her head hit the pillow.

Chapter 8

“
Zoe?” he said, glaring down at the small woman
curled up on the bed, hugging his pillow and looking absolutely
exhausted, he realized with a frown. He tossed the half empty
bottle of sunscreen on the couch and was about to sit down on the
bed next to her when he remembered the half-gallon of sunscreen
coating his back and remained on his feet.

“
Baby?”

Nothing.

“
The ship’s sinking,” he
said gently, leaning over to brush a few strands of hair out of her
face, making sure to move his arm out the way before she could swat
at him as she grumbled angrily in her sleep.