"Good idea, babe," he replied, turning around and kissing her. God, he was so whipped it was sad.
"Do you want some more water?" I asked Daisy, looking down at her in my arms. Cora was on the phone explaining the situation to Gabby, so we had some time to bide. She nodded and I sat her back down on the bed before handing over the cup. "Drink it slow, not too fast." I kept my hold on the cup, in case she got too carried away. She put her cold hand on top of mine, controlling the cup and drinking it hastily until it was empty.
"We should be good to go," Cora announced, handing Lane's phone back to him. It was like we were on some secret mission. "You two pick her up and carry her to your car. I'm going to assist Gabby in our distraction strategy." She walked to the foot of the bed and gave Daisy a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. "Call me when you get her home," she called out, walking out the door.
"Alright, let's do this," Lane clapped his hands and ran his palms together. "How about you carry her and I'll be the view blocker."
I nodded, gathering Daisy in my arms again with the blanket still wrapped around her. Surprisingly, no one was paying attention to the two guys carrying a body down the stairs. A laugh escaped me when I heard Gabby's ridiculously loud voice call out "body shots!" from the kitchen. Good job Gabby; body shots were always a great distraction.
Lane, on the other hand, wasn't too happy with their plan. "Cora better not be doing any damn body shots," he muttered under his breath, opening up the door to the garage.
"Thanks dude," I said, resting her in my passenger's seat. Bending down, I wrapped the seatbelt around her tiny frame and buckled her up before getting in the car.
"Be careful," Lane cautioned, slapping his hand down on the front of my hood. I backed out of the garage. The driveway wasn't as packed as when I got there so the party was beginning to die down. I glanced down at the clock on my dash, noticing how late it was.
I drove slow and took the back roads because I didn't want to risk us getting pulled over. A soft groan came from the seat next to me and her head drifted back into the headrest as her eyes fluttered closed. The drive remained silent with the few exceptions of her moans.
"Don't take me home," she finally whispered, and I gave her a fleeting look. "I don't want them to tell my parents."
"Huh?" I looked at her incredulously, not knowing what to do with her. "Where do you want to go then?"
Her body shifted in the seat but her eyes stayed shut. "I think I changed my…." Words stopped when her hands clasped over her mouth. That could only mean one thing.
A chilly wind rushed into the car as the passenger door flew open and the top half of her disappeared. I turned the steering wheel until we were parked on the side of the dimly lit road. The sound of her heaving up the contents of her stomach echoed through the dark night. I unbuckled my seatbelt, leaning over and grabbing as much of her hair as I could hold back. She continued to let loose and I rubbed my hands down her back, hoping she was making it out of my car and not giving it a regurgitated Daisy shower.
Another grumble came from outside of the car and the heaving subsided. Releasing her hair, I opened up the glove compartment, grabbing a handful of napkins from my last food run. The door shut and she plopped back against the seat again. "You good?" I asked, handing over the napkins.
"Sure," she muttered against the napkin at her mouth. "So gross." I watched her face twist up in revulsion and she balled the napkin up in her hand before setting it in the cup holder. "I seriously despise puking."
"It's happened to the best of us," I reassured, trying to make her feel better. Shit, I've lost count of how many times I've puked on myself, other people and other shit. I patted her thigh with my hand gently but instantly removed it when I felt her entire body tense up at my touch.
Cursing myself for my stupidity, I put the car back in drive and drove down the street while she violently tugged on her damn dress and avoided all eye contact. "We have three options.” I held one finger up. "One, I can take you home." She flashed those dark eyes at me, shaking her head at option one. I held up another finger. "Two, I can take you back to the party and you can stay at Lane's or Cora's?" She shook her head a second time. A third finger went up. "Or three, you can stay at my house." She didn't say anything for a minute while she contemplated her options in her head.
"Your house it is," she answered, plopping her head down on my console. I shook my head at her choice, curious on how much more interesting this night was about to get.