Lucille
Work at the salon is going well. I built an excellent regular clientele. Except I got the chore of dealing with a specific client. No one desired to attend to the client.
A guy named Adam became a regular at the salon. He's creepy and makes the girls uncomfortable. The owner asked if I would deal with him because I'm bat shit crazy. I agreed, which is the wrong choice.
Did you ever get a gut reaction to someone? Yep, my stomach screamed at me.
I dealt with him as best as I could. He would make inappropriate comments to me every chance he got. He would mention things I didn't like. Like how he would have me bent over the counter. I told him to knock his shit off.
I didn't care if I got fired. I refused to have someone talk to me that way. I'm a married woman.
I also had Gray bring me to and from work. This tool made me uncomfortable in every sense of the word. I also didn't want to tell Gray because I knew his temper. I saw it firsthand.
If I told Gray, the twit wouldn't be breathing. I didn't need him in jail and introduced my jailbird husband to people.
As the months passed, I dealt with the schmuck. My husband would pick me up from work.
Springtime brought me bronchitis. The last week of March, we had nasty weather.
I got a cold, turning into bronchitis. The last time, I got pneumonia. We had worked at the store.
Grayson worried about me and took me to the doctor's even though I told him I was okay. I'm stubborn, but I couldn't help it. It turned out that I was on the verge of having pneumonia.
The doctor prescribed me antibiotics and rest to help me. I missed a week of work. Grayson took me home. Once I retired to bed, he picked up my prescription and chicken soup and juice.
I called my boss and told her what had happened. She said to get better, and she'll see me when I return. I wanted to sleep. I curled up under the blankets and fell asleep.
*****Grayson
I waited for the pharmacy to fill Luci's prescription, picking up items to make her better. It reminded me of the last time she had been sick. I phoned Dad and told him what had happened. He told me to take care of her. Family comes first.
Once her prescription was ready, I paid for it and other items. I grabbed the bags and went home. I opened the door, calling out for her, but she didn't answer.
I set the bags down and checked on her. I found her asleep in bed and sighed. At least she's sleeping.
She woke up after two hours, and I brought soup and medicine to her. When she finished, I took the tray back into the kitchen. I returned to the bedroom and stayed with her.
She snuggled into me. I almost threw our relationship away because I let my temper get the best of me. It's a mistake that I won't ever make again.
The following week, I took care of her at home, ensuring she took her medication. She also started getting better. Thank God. I hated to see her sick.
My birthday rolled around, and we had a quiet night at home. We figured after she got better, we would celebrate. Amidst it, we had one hell of a night. Yep, Luci's doing better, and we made passionate love.
Usually, we don't go days without sex, but I would rather have her get better than stay sick.
She finished her antibiotics and was back to old herself. I sure missed her crazy self. She returned to work while home, and work returned to normal. Although, life wouldn't stay that way.
*****Lucille
It had been a month since I had been sick. One day at work, I became ill. I was working on a client's hair when a wave of nausea washed over me. The hair salon smell hit me, and I ran to the bathroom as two girls yelled for me.
I kneeled in front of the toilet and heaved. Oh, God. Please don't tell me I have a stomach bug. Once I finished, I flushed the toilet and got to my feet. I walked over to the sink and washed my mouth out with water.
I returned to my client, but the salon spun. One of the other girls took over, and my boss sent me home. Thinking I had the flu, she didn't want anyone else to catch it.
I called Grayson, and he left work to pick me up. We drove home, and I wanted to heave. Ugh. Once we got back, I ran to the bathroom. When I finished, I crawled to bed. Will someone shoot me?
After several weeks, Grayson dragged me back to the doctor. Great. I sat on the exam table, feeling dead. Grayson's in the waiting room.
The doctor came in, and we talked. The doctor said I'm in excellent health. I told her to shove it because I felt horrible. She drew blood from me and examined me.
She ran a few tests, then returned with the results.
"Well, Lucille, you don't have the flu," the doctor said.
"Then I'm dying."
She laughed.
"Only if you consider a baby dying."
"Wait. What?"
"Lucille, you're six weeks pregnant."
My face dropped, and I looked at her, confused.
"That's absurd. I'm on the pill."
She flipped through my chart.
"You took antibiotics for bronchitis, right?"
"Yeah."
I furrowed my brows.
"Antibiotics make birth control weaker. Have you had sexual intercourse at any point while you took them?"
I thought about it. Grayson and I had sex on his birthday. I sat there as my face fell because this wasn't the plan. We wanted to wait until after our first anniversary.
"Let me get your husband."
She left the room as I sat on the examining table and took a deep breath. Grayson walked into the room and over to me.
"Luci?"
I looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
"Gray, I'm pregnant."
He looked at me as I looked at him. I waited for him to say something.
"I guess a family is happening sooner than expected, isn't it?"
I looked at him as he smiled.
"You're okay with this?"
"More than you realize, baby."
He smiled as I started crying. I wrapped my arms around him as he held me. I didn't cry because the pregnancy upset me. I cried because it was a shock, but I wanted this baby. The baby is a part of Gray and me.
I didn't realize how I would feel until a baby became possible.
He placed his hand on my stomach as I looked at him.
"Our baby," he said.
"Our baby."
Something told me the craziness was starting with us. We would find out quickly how crazy.
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Lucille✔️ (Kindle version)
HumorSome people are ordinary; then there's Lucille. Lucille Adams has her way of looking at things. She doesn't take life seriously. To her, life is life; you just got to deal with it. Then there is Grayson Gray, who is way too serious about life. He...