I found myself immediately reaching for Bailey’s hand to make sure there was a ring on it. Now the world would know she was mine. Mrs. Kincaid. Damn, I loved the sound of that. Opening my eyes and realizing that we were finally home in our bed, I breathed a sigh of contentment before I noticed that Bailey wasn’t in my arms. It was surprising since she tended to sleep plastered to my body. Not that I was complaining. I sat up, looking around. “Baby?” I felt a stirring of panic, thinking maybe she changed her mind and ran. The sound of someone getting sick reached my ears at that moment, and I felt like an idiot for my momentary freakout. I jumped up and walked swiftly to the bathroom, finding Bailey on her knees over the toilet. Grabbing a cloth, I ran it under cool water and swiped it over her forehead before resting it on her neck. “Hey,” I murmured, “are you alright?” She sat up and glared at me, “No! I’m puking my guts out and it’s all your damn fault!” “I’m sorry, baby.”
