"Wake up." Austin whispered, and I opened my eyes.
"Good morning beautiful." he smiled, sitting up.
"Morning handsome." I fixed his messy hair.
"Everyone else is up. I smell food." he said, pushing himself up.
"What time is it?" I brushed my bangs out of my face and stood up to stretch.
"Almost noon." he said, putting a shirt on before opening the bedroom door.
"Mornin' Austin!" Logan said, hugging him.
"Hi Logan!" he grinned, picking him up and swinging him around.
"Hi, Baeley." Rylie said, smiling.
"Morning!" we all walked into the kitchen.
Mama was at the fridge, Aunt Lisa was flipping pancakes, and Grandad was making bacon. Alex, Zach, and Robert were in the living room.
"Wow, y'all must have had fun last night." Zach said as soon as we walked in.
"Well..." I grinned, sitting down.
They all grinned and Austin and I looked at each other.
Austin looked sick. "Are you okay?" I asked, and he shook his head.
"I'm about to throw up." he said, turning pasty white.
I grabbed the garbage can and before he threw up, shoved it under his chin. Logan looked at Austin with a look of concern on his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"He's just sick Logan." Rylie said, and Mama came in.
"Austin, lay down." I moved off the couch and he laid back.
"I really don't want this to happen right now..." he groaned, and I wanted to cry.
"It's okay." I said, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
He threw up again, and Rylie took Logan away. I sat on the floor next to his head, and Alex tossed me a washcloth.
"Austin stop let me do it." I said when he tried to push my hand away.
He gave in and eventually fell asleep while I sat there rubbing his cheek.
"Babe?" he said a few hours later.
"Hm?" I said, taking the washcloth off his face.
"I feel better." he sat up.
He looked better, and he wanted food. "What time is it?"
"Dinnertime." I replied, standing up.
"I hope I don't get you sick..." he smiled.
"It's okay if you do. You'll just have to take care of me!"
He smiled and went to the kitchen. "Where's everyone at?"
"Shopping. For us." I replied, yawning.
"You didn't have to stay." he said, taking a bowl out and getting cereal.
"I wanted to. Plus it's not like I could've gone." I pointed out.
"Well no, but still, you could've gone somewhere. I would've been fine."
"Its fine. I wanted to. Now shut up and eat." I said, giving him the milk.
