"You guys are slow," I comment as we all pick a table to eat at. We pull up more chairs as we all make room.
"Well, you girls were running," Ike directs to us as he takes a bite. We each got a different ice cream flavor. Some named weirder than others; there are the regular flavors, then some that make no sense. I remember not to eat too fast or as much as ate ice cream in bed all day. It was a great day, since I got to spend it in my nightgown in bed. Wasn't even sick, just having fun.
"Well, I got here before you and I'm pregnant," I sass to my husband. He sulks as he licks his ice cream and looks around. Davey and Sketch look like they got some form of chocolate while Ike and I both got something vanilla related. Everyone got at least one topping whether its sprinkles or syrup.
"Hype," he gives me a cheesy smile. "Where is Lucy?" I point behind me as she comes next to me, slowly eating her ice cream with small movements. I have to wipe her face though, covered in strawberry ice cream.
"Where is Cole?" I ask. Everyone stares him down as he squirms in his chair uncomfortably.
"Landlady's," he murmurs. I take a big bite of my ice cream and put the cherry off to the side. Ike makes a sour face as he takes his off too. Davey playfully puts whipped cream on Sketches nose and they smile at each other. We need a conversation badly as we notice Race comes up to us. We all groan in protest as he waves it off and invites himself to the table, standing awkwardly behind me.
"Well, good, we are all here, this is great really," he puffs and takes his cigar out.
"For what," Nicole asks shyly.
"For what?" he snickers, "its cat call Heaven to me. Now who should I start with? I should start with the tree song."
"Doesn't a couple have to be in a tree for you to sing that?" Sketch sasses,
"Watch it missy," Race snaps as Sketch leans back into her chair.
"Race, can you move to the side for a few seconds," I ask politely, feeling myself turn green. I instantly feel awful, so much I want to go commit suicide in the harbor.
"Nope," he puffs, "can't go anywhere else or I'll freak someone out."
"You're freaking me out," I mutter as I turn back to the table. "Please?"
"No can do." He states.
"Why not, it's only two steps to the right, not the King of New York Dance." I sass.
"Race," Davey speaks up, "the lady wants you to move, just do it to make your life easier."
"I just want to know why I need to or else I'm standing here rock solid." He winks slyly at me.
"I'm most likely going to throw up on you any minute, and I am not responsible for where it lands," I saw with a sour edge. Race doesn't seem to care one bit as he pulls up a chair between Ike's and mine. He eases out a sigh, trapping me and laughs.
"You said most likely, never said you would actually," he smart mouths.
"Race, just move yourself before you smell like you've had an affair in an alleyway." Sketch yells at him.
"Come on Davey, control your wife will you?" he asks, "Don't know how many times she's beat up someone innocent at the lodging house. Twig, Me, Oscar, Me, Morris I think that one time, me."
"I get it, go choke on your cigar," Sketch cuts in. I notice she rolls her eyes and Davey's arm around her does not help at all. I start feeling like I want to go home and cry the rest of the day all because Race wouldn't move, but I can't. I suck it up and finish my ice cream as does everyone else. Ike tries to compromise with Race as he still stands in the same place since he's been here.
"Race," Lucy speaks up, "Please move."
"Nope, it's pretty comfortable right here, under the vent and its hot outside so…" he trails off.
"Your loss," Mike scoffs. Race shrugs it off as I bend over and throw up. Ike sees this and immediately holds back my hair as a laughing table of people takes notice Race's reaction. Jaw dropped rolling back and forth on his feet, very pale and very in shock of what was happening. I don't know what actually happened, but I'm pretty sure I'm crying as I vomit all over Race's shoes.
"You are getting me new shoes," Race demands. I shake my head clutching my stomach as Sketch smart mouths to him.
"She did ask you to move, what, almost five times?" I hear agreement which is good, because I can't pay for new shoes. He finally steps back three paces and someone, I think Ella and Japer, get me a trash can for whatever is left. I brace my feet against the bar of my seat so I don't step in the vile substance as a waiter or someone cleans it up. I come up pale faced as I see the last few seconds of Race's reactions. I notice laughing across the café as I see the Delanceys laughing at Race. Lavender's with Oscar as Morris just rolls his eyes, obviously tired that Oscar got his girl. Ike slowly helps me stand up as he waves goodbye to everyone for me. He asks Star to carry Cole to our apartment as Lucy follows happily behind us. He opens the door for us as I still hold my hands over my face. Obviously, I look like a mess, not just from the vomit. I change into my nightgown, crawl into bed and squeeze my eyes shut. Ike comes into check on me as he gets Star to stay with Lucy and Cole in the nursery.
"Ike, the baby is coming. Right now," I say meekly. I notice he goes a bit pale and wild eyed.
"The baby can't come yet, we haven't picked out names or made room in the nursery or…" he trails off frantically.
"Well, ready or not here they come," I gleam.