Chapter 115
The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups
Jane My cheek is pressed to the cool wood floor as a pair of large, heavy boots approach from the doorway.
They stop a few feet from face, and while I want to cower from Ethanâs anger, lâm also beyond relieved that heâs here. I donât get sick often, and when I do I usually have to just power through â no matter how terrible I feel.
One of the joys of single parenting is that thereâs no backup in times like these, no one to step in and take care of your responsibilities when you arenât up to the, task.
Linda has been taking care of me of course, and though I love her, sheâs simply not the one l want. My wolf has been aching for Ethan, craving her mate in a time of need.
My hazy brain reels with the realization that Iâve started thinking of Ethan as my mate again, but in some ways itâs not a surprise. Il always yearn for Ethan when I feel poorly, but this is the first time since the divorce I might actually get my wish.
I donât even realize lâve closed my eyes until l feel Ethanâs soothing touch, his tender hands stroking down my back as he kneels down next to me. Blinking up at him, my vision blurs slightly and I emit a piteous m0an.
âIâm dyingâ
A sympathetic purr rumbles in Ethanâs ch3st, âPoor baby.â He croons, sliding his arms beneath me, âcome on, letâs get you off the floorâ
âl donât think I canâ I tell him, not processing the fact that lâve already left the ground.
âDonât worry about it, sweetheart.â He advises, gathering me to his chest, ââve got you.â
The next thing I know weâre in the hallway, and Ethan is sweeping past Linda and Eric, carrying me up a flight of stairs, âWhere are we going?â I murmur, trying to remember if we walked this way when we snuck on board.
âIâm taking you to my cabinâ Ethan informs me, and then lâm calling the shipâs medic.â
I donât want a medic.â I complain deliriously, â1 just want you.â
Ethan pauses briefly, looking down at me with concern. I donât think he objects to my desire to be near him, but Iâm sure heâs suspicious that lâm admitting it.
In fact⦠why did Il admit that? I wonder, feeling the blood rushing in my ears. I promised myself I wouldnât make any decisions about our relationship until we had time to see if things could work between us, if I start spilling my secret feelings to Ethan, he might get the wrong idea.
The man in question frowns deeply, and increases his pace. âLinda should have come to me sooner.â
He scolds, shaking his head. âYouâre really out of it, arenât you?â
âIâm not out of it.â l insist, nuzzling his ch3st and breathing in his scent. âYouâre out of it.â I slur, reaching for the buttons of his shirt so I can undo the top and expose his bare skin. When I succeed, I sigh happily and press my cheek to his muscular pec. His arms tighten around me protectively, and he starts to purr again, though I donât think he realizes heâs doing it.
Somehow Ethan manages to get me to his cabin before another bout of nausea can send me over the edge, but when he tries to deposit me on his bed, I cling to him stubbornly, âNo, stay!â
âItâs just for a moment, Jane.â He promises, prying my grasping fingers from his body.
I feel suddenly very cold without him, and I whimper as I glance around this new space. Calling his room a cabin was a bit of an understatement. It looks as though Ethan booked the shipâs ownerâs suite, which is fitted with every luxury possible. Thereâs a balcony running the length of the room, one whose doors are already open and sending cool ocean breezes over my clammy skin. The mattress beneath me is as big as my bed at home, and lâm surrounded on all sides by plush covers. Thereâs a state of the art kitchen, a sitting area, office and a bathroom with a built-in jacuzzi bathtub.
Compared to the narrow, windowless berths the staff occupy, itâs a palace.
Ethan returns almost as quickly as he left, a woman in a paramedic uniform trailing behind him. I reach for Ethan as he nears and he settles on the edge of the bed, encouraging me to rest my head in his la*p.
Itâs not enough, I want to feel his comforting touch enveloping me on all sides, but when I attempt to clamber into his la*p completely, he bends his l!ps to my ear.âJust let her check you out first.â He orders gently.
I offer him a disgruntled growl in reply, and he arches his brow, daring me to push my luck. One look at his disapproving expression has me settling back down with my head on his powerful thighs, and then the medic steps forward with a sympathetic smile. âHello, Jane.â She says warmly, âfeeling a bit seasick?â
I nod pathetically, sure my green complexion and glazed eyes are already telling her everything she needs to know. âHave you been able to keep anything down since we left port, any food or water?â
âNoâ l admit hoarsely. It was not for lack of trying.
Linda had been trying to get water into me since l started vomiting, to no avail.
âOkay, we need to get some fluids into you.:â The medic assesses. âIâm going to put an |Vin your arm, and that way we can get some electrolytes into your system, plus some medications to help your stomach.
Theyâll probably make you sleep a lot, but thatâs a right sight better than being awake and sick.â
I nod in agreement, and Ethan strokes my hair. âls there anything I can do to help her when sheâs awake?â
âCold compresses and fresh air.â She suggests, some people like hot baths. You can also go to the galley and get some ginger ale, saltines, broth â things like that. She probably wonât want to eat but once the medication starts Working she really needs to try. And anything else she needs is fine.
Everyone has their own comforts.â
I already know what I need to comfort me, and Ethan already refused to give it. I think sullenly.
To my surprise the medic purses her l!ps with amusement, and Ethanâs penetrating eyes catch me in their crosshairs, âDo you realize you just said that out loud?â He questions, his lip quirking despite his ominous expression.
I feel my eyes widen reflexively, âI did?â
âYou didâ He confirms indulgently, flashing an affectionate grin.
I think about it for a moment, then shrug, closing my eyes as the medic begins pulling saline bags and packaged tubes from her bag. âThatâs okay, I meant it.â
Ethan chuckles, and then his large hand is sliding down my arm, positioning it for the lIV while he continues to distract me, running his fingers through the long locks of my hair. âThat feels nice.â I murmur softly.
As soon as I say it, a needle pierces my arm, sliding into my vein with a sharp pinch. I wince but hold my arm still so she can finish securing it, and Ethan pets and praises me, âGood girl, thatâs it. The worst is overâ
I peek at the medic, watching her inject a few different syringes into the IV ports, before hanging a saline bag on a hook by the bed. âJust donât forget to take this with you ifyou get up, Jane.â She cautions, âIâll come back later to check on you, but I think youâre in good hands.â
After she leaves, Il roll onto my back and look up at Ethan, reading all the conflicting emotions on his rugged features. l can see heâs worried and tense, stressed and angry, but also unabashedly adoring. I can only focus on the feelings heâs telegraphing for a moment, because after a few seconds of staring into the bottomless pools of his eyes, I forget what I was even thinking about. Heâs so handsome itâs distracting, and I find it impossible not to get lost admiring his strong jaw, chiseled cheekbones and bronze skin.
Ethan is smiling again, and I slowly realize my mistake. âl said that out loud too, huh?â
âYes you didâ He concedes, âbut it was nice to hear.
âAm I really in trouble?â l ask in a small voice, still craving more of his touch, but feeling slightly hypnotized by his continued eye contact. âIsnât this punishment enough?â
âOh youâre in a world of trouble, little wolfâ He informs me with a knowing look, âyou did yourselfâ
âIâm sorry.ââ I say, though I donât truly mean it. My words are becoming more and more uneven as the medicines kick in. My stomach already feels better, but itâs becoming hard to keep my eyes open. âI couldnât let you leave me behind, the pups need me.â Ever since l got sick, lâve been wondering how on earth my boys made this journey. I hate the idea that they had to go through this without anyone to care for them. In truth, I think thatâs part of why I wouldnât let Linda go for help, I didnât think I deserved to be taken care of when my pups didnât have that luxury.
âHush now sweetheart.â Ethan encourages, âWe donât have to talk about this now, just try to get some restâ
But l canât â not yet, I have to know one thing first.
Gazing up at the huge Alpha warily, I ask. âAre you going to make me go back?â