Daryl knew he basically screwed himself out of a nice romantic evening by not being able to have a plesant conversation while in the bath, he knew he should have kept his mouth shut in the shower but he only succeeded in making Carol feel sick, he spent the next hour of so watching tv in their bed in the room she chose for them. Rubbing her back around and around while they watched tv. His hands were exploring her back rubbing her lower back every now and again to try make her feel better, it made him feel better because he was the one making her think about gross things.
All the time she was taking sips on ginger ale that she had brought with the shopping and eating potato chips. He tried to really spoon her letting her know by rubbing himself up and down her back that he was interested in doing a little more that spooning but she said no. She told him that if he hadn't been such a dork in the bath he would've been getting laid right now but now she kept thinking about the floaties in the bath and every time she did she started to gag. He felt like a idiot, most men would have kept their mouths shut and enjoyed a nice night of slow love making in the bath or now in the bed but all he managed to do was to make his wife want to vomit and ruin their night.
He kept telling her he was sorry and he wouldn't do it again, she just finished watching her program, turning around into him. She snuggled into his chest. He was thankful she was seeking out comfort with him not pushing him away. Carol was nose to chest on him, he could feel her breaths on his chest. He was running his hands up and down her back, he'd managed to sneak his hands up under her tee shirt that she was wearing, he didn't go near her panties because he thought she might trottle him.
She finally fell asleep, and he kept watching tv for a while. He was in the process of turning the TV off when Ollie come into the room wanting in the bed. With Carol not feeling well he said no, but Ollie wanted in the bed with her. Daryl tried to get him to go back to bed, Ollie wanted to get into bed with Carol and was digging his heels in, he wanted to lie down beside Daryl or climb into bed between them. He was winding up to cry, Daryl wanted to stop him before he woke Carol, she was tired and he was worried about her being a little sick.
He hated seeing her feel even a little sick, he always had. She hadn't been sick often when pregnant with Sophia and he didn't know about with Ollie he hadn't had the chance to talk to her about it. Carol normally was pretty healthy so when she mentioned she was feeling a little sick Daryl run about getting her drink and her chips, holding her, rubbing her back. He didn't want her to feel bad at all.
'Ollie what if I lie with you in your bed for a bit till you fall asleep?' Daryl offered in negotiation. 'Mum's just nearby,'
'What does nearby mean?' Ollie asked him,
'It means... close she's close to you,'
'But close is here,' Ollie indicated to his side.
'It can also mean close in the next room,' Daryl was whispering to try calm Ollie down a little hoping he might copy him and settle into bed.
Ollie mused it over while Daryl moved about getting his bed remade that he could fit in around the mountains of stuffed toys that seemed to exploded in his bedroom. He didn't know where they all come from, sometimes he'd brought one, Carol had brought him things and now he was feeling like he was about to sleep in a toy room. Daryl pulled back the sheets so they could climb in. He was tired, Ollie was getting tearful now.
'Come on I'll give you a cuddle,' Daryl tried, he yawned a little and wanted Ollie just to get in the bed and do as he was told.
'Can I have a ice cream?' Ollie asked Daryl.
'No its bed time, its the middle of the night,'
'No, I want to have one, please?'
'No, come on, get in,' Daryl was standing there in his newly brought pj pants and tee shirt. Ollie was wearing spiderman pj's and he crossed his arms in front of him refusing to get into his bed, Daryl couldn't understand why he was asking for ice cream or why he wasn't getting into bed.
'Well can I have some juice?' Ollie asked.
'No you have a drink right there if you are thirsty, Ollie its bedtime we are going to bed and to sleep, if you don't get in I'm getting out and you sleep alone,'
Ollie stood there and weighed up his options of what he could do next, 'I need to go to the toilet,'
'Really?' Daryl moaned, he knew they would have to go downstairs to the toilet, it was going to be the first thing they needed to do was get a toilet and bathroom upstairs, he didn't want Carol walking downstairs with a pregnant belly to go to the toilet in the middle of the night. 'Come on then... you better go if you are dragging me all the way downstairs again,'
He turned on the light, he was wide awake now thanks to Ollie, Ollie was wide awake and they headed down the stairs. Ollie jumped from stair to stair as Daryl shut his eyes waiting for the crash as he tumbled down them. He didn't though. Ollie run ahead to the toilet, Daryl was sure he was never ever going to go to sleep. Daryl took the time to use the toilet also and together they made their way to go back upstairs.
They both turned and looked at the front door when there was a knock at it. Ollie started to walk towards it, Daryl didn't know who would be knocking at the front door at this time of night. He made to grab at Ollie, he was too quick Ollie unlocked it and flung the door open before he could stop them.
'Whatz up bitches?' Tara bounced over the door step dumping a whole lot of bags on the floor, 'Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, your my Cutie pie,' she sang to him picking him up and dancing around, 'Do you have some money? I owe the cabbie $20,' Tara asked Daryl, he gave a half nod and went to where he'd seen Carol put some change for them, he handed her $20 and she bounded back down the steps to pay. He stood staring at her hoping she was the Tara Carol had been talking about.
'That Tara?' he asked Ollie, Ollie jumped up and down up and down nodding that it was.
'So mini dude what are you doing up?' Tara asked him, 'Show me the toilet and a bed I'm beat, where is the Mama Bear?'
'Sleeping,' Daryl finally found his words, he stepped forward to shake her hands and got a fist bump instead, 'You staying, we got a spare mattress in Ollies room,' Daryl showed her where she could shower, dragged her bags upstairs apart from the one she took with her into the bathroom. He tossed out a sleeping bag and a pillow for her to go on the spare mattress, Ollie was in bed quick smart when he knew Tara was about to sleep in his room. Tara was full on, he said goodnight to them both and went into the room with Carol to go have some sleep while he still could.