Sleep on it

Lilly

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Rick asked for the tenth time since we left D.C. Thankfully, this would be the last time for his question because we were in front of my home. Even better was that all the paparazzi were gone. Chance must have come through with his promise of fixing it all. “Noona can stay with you,” he suggested.

Another wave of nausea rolled through me. God, I’d kill for ginger ale.

“I’m sure,” I assured him as I pulled on the door handle of his BMW. He’d need Noona to take care of him. “Have your wife put ice on your face when you get home. Otherwise, you’ll look like Rocky tomorrow.”

He choked out a laugh. “If I was Rocky, your boss would have never landed a punch.”

I leaned over, pressed a kiss on his cheek. “I’m sorry this happened.”

He waved his hand. “It happens every day.”

I rolled my eyes, and exited the car. “Tell Noona I’ll call her later.”

Shutting the door, I watched him drive away. And the entire time my doctor’s words played on repeat in my mind. Ch