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CH 56 New years

Well, the boys going to Santa could have gone better...


Whatever.

I cant even believe its new years eve.

"Yo! Josh, you want a coke zero?" he hollers from the kitchen.

"Nah, I'm fine."

Matt walks over and looks at me, "Where are the zombies and what did they do to you?"

"What?"

"Dude, you never turn down coke zero! Are you feeling okay?"


"I'm fine." I say, as I fan myself with a notebook.

"Dude, you;re fanning yourself with a notebook in the middle of winter!"

"Its hot in here..."

"And the fact that you havent asked for a snack?"

"Not hungry."

"You haven't checkwd on the boys for at least an hour!"

"They're sleepign..."

"Dudde, I think you're sick...."

"No, I'm not!" I say defensively.

"So I take it you don't want Taco Bell?"

:No."

Just fucking admit it Ramsay, you're sick!

"Matt?" I whisper.

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm gonna barf."

"So, you are sick!"

"Whatever, just shut the fuck up and get me a bucket."

Matt grabs a plastic vase and gives it to me.

I throw up into it, and look at him.

"Matt? I need sleep...."

"Okay, I'll tape the new years special and let you sleep..."

"Dude, what did you even eat tonight?"

"just some chips and sour patch kids."

"thats it? How many cokes did you have?"

"Twelve...." I moan.

"Lemme get this straight, most people get drunk off of alcohol, but a shitton of suger makes you puke? How the hell did you survive Halloween?!"

"Freeze the candy. and eat it later, duh!"

"You were dropped on your head as an infant, weren't you?"

"For God's sake Matt! I'm fucking fine!!" I gasp.

Matt blinks, "Okay."

:I smile slightly, "Thanks."

I'm sweating bullets, and shaking again.

"Josh, seriously, I'm getting medicine."

"I. AM. FINE!" I snarl.

My stomach leaps into my throat, and I grab the vase and vomit again. Matt pulls my black bangs out of my eyes, and I cough as my throat feels like shit.

"Josh, you're sick."

"Can I kill my flu?"

"Nah, that wont work."

"Dammit."

"Besides, if you had the flu. you'd probably be sneezing."

"I'm hungry. I want food. Sooo damn hungry!"

"Okay, what do you want?"

"Uh, coke zero, and some toast."

"Sure."

Matt walks away, and the room is silent.

The boys are crying again, great.

My head spins, and I sit up.

"Maaaaaaaaaattt!" I groan.

"Whats up? You gotta puke?"

"No, the boys are awake."

I walk into the room, and pick up Jayce.

"Hey, dude, you okay>"

He looked at me, and cries again.

Shit.

I look at him, then smell his diaper.

"Dude, you smell like shit."

I lie him on the changing table, and undo his onsie. His diaper is pretty nasty, and I take it off, and throw up in my mouth.

I hold it in, and change it, then put him in his crib. and race to the kitchen. I push Matt out of the way.

"Dude, where's the fire?"

I open my mouth and puke into the sink.

God, even after six months the changing still makes me puke.

I have no idea how the ladies deal with changing babies!

Matt rubs my back, and I cough.

"Dude, you don't look so good....go get some sleep. You look like shit frankly."

"Considering I just changed Jayce, thanks."

I amble down to the basement, and flop on my bed. Matt walks down after me, and tucks me in.

"Night beautiful." he kisses me.

"Night."

I still don't feel so great. Honestly, I feel like I did before I had the boys. Pretty shitty too.

"Matt, I think I'm going to throw up."

Matt rubs my back as I puke again.

I hate this room. So fucking much.

Matt put a cold washcloth on my head, and smiles.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Its NEw Years, and I have a case of the fucking flu. Just my life.

yep. HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!!!!