Chapter 9

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Around nine thirty, I wake. I go downstairs, the kids still asleep.

All the girls are already down here. The blanket is half off of Tyler, flashing one of his ass cheeks.

I sigh, staring at him.

"You're not gonna fix it?" Delaney asks.

"No." I say, sitting down with them on the fireplace ledge. We're all in our PJ's.

I open the blinds.

The girls start laughing.

I sit back down on the ledge to the fireplace.

And we wait.

Around ten minutes later, I hear a low groan.

I grin.

Shaun moves his arm, lifting his hand to his forehead.

"What the fuck." He moans.

"There's a bucket at your feet." I say loudly.

"Ow." He grumbles. "Shut up, Carmen."

He leans over the couch, picking up the bucket.

He throws up.

"Holy shit." Blake mutters. "Holy fucking hell."

He too, throws up in his bucket.

Slowly, they all start waking.

We each take care of our own husbands, so they've cleaned the buckets and given them back and given them coffee and medicine.

Tyler is still out cold.

I wait.

The house is silent.

Tyler moves his head first, and then his arm.

"Ow." He mutters. "Owwwww."

I watch, not moving.

He lifts his head, and then he opens his eyes, looking at his body. "Why am I naked?" he asks loudly.

"Shut the fuck up." Cooper mutters.

"I'm naked." He sounds confused. "I think I might throw up."

"There's a bucket." Cooper grumbles.

Tyler peers over the edge of the couch.

He pukes into his bucket. When he stops, he rests his cheek against the couch.

"Why am I naked?" he asks. "What happened last night?"

Everyone looks at me expectantly.

I say nothing.

He looks at Cooper.

"Coop." he says. "Why am I naked? Where's Carmen?"

He grabs the blanket lazily, pulling it over his ass.

"I don't fucking know."

"Did I sleep with somebody?" he mutters. "I'll kill myself. I will kill myself. I'm going to kill myself."

There's a short pause.

"CARMEN?" he yells.

"Shut the fuck up!" Blake yells, throwing his phone at Tyler. He dodges it, and it clatters to the floor.

Tyler sits up.

"I need to find her. I gotta find her."

I walk into the kitchen, getting him coffee and advil.

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