suddenly felt ill. Her hand raised to her mouth and she wondered if she should head to the bathroom, but then the feeling eased and she took a breath.
"I can't wait to be his wife," she finished quietly.
Darren looked at her in suspicion. "Are you alright? You don't look very good. You look like you might be sick-"
As he said it, her hand flew back up to her mouth and she knew she was not going to be able to hold anything down. She ran to the bathroom and just made it before the chocolates she had eaten were vigorously ejected from her body. She felt weak and her body sank to the floor in the bathroom, leaning over the toilet and using tissue paper to wipe her mouth.
Darren appeared at the bathroom door.
"Are you okay? You took off so fast that I was worried. You're sick?" he asked in surprise.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing her body to calm itself.
"The chocolates weren't good. That first one tasted funny to me, and I don't know why I ate the second one, but I'm not eating any more of them," she told him.
He frowned. "I thought they tasted okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sick!" he said sympathetically.
She climbed to her feet and moved to the sink to wash her hands and face. "I know you didn't. Listen, I'm not feeling too hot right now, maybe this isn't such a good time for a visit."
He looked crestfallen, but he walked to the front door and took his chocolates with him along the way. She gave him a hug before he left and after she closed the door, she went to bed to rest for a little while. It was so rare that she got food poisoning, and she had never gotten it from eating chocolate before, but something about the ones that he brought just didn't agree with her.
She slept for a while and woke up later when her phone rang.
"Hello?" she asked in a sleepy voice.
“Hey, it's Darren. I just wanted to check on you and see if you're feeling any better. I'm really sorry about that."
She sat up in her bed and took a deep breath. "I'm good,” she said, rubbing her hand over her forehead. "I feel fine now."
"Oh, that's good! That's good to hear. Listen, I just wanted to talk to you while I was there and see if you had given any more thought to what I told you about your marriage. I just don't think it's a good idea for you, and I want you to know that if you want to talk about it, I'm here for you." He sounded a little dejected, as if he knew he was banging his head against a brick wall, but he wasn't going to give up on it.
She closed her eyes, unsure why it was that she when she had wanted him more than any other man, he had been hell bent on chasing after other women, but now that she was engaged, he was desperate to be with her and prove to her that she should be with him. The irony was just unbelievable to her.
"Yes, Darren, I have thought about it and what I can tell you is that I want to be with him, I am looking forward to being with him, and want to spend the rest of my life with him. Thank you for your concern and for trying to look out for me, but you've really got to let it go, okay? It's happening and it isn't going to change. Just... just let it go, okay?"
She sighed again and climbed out of her bed, straightening her clothes and running a comb through her hair.
"I just want to be sure you really know what you're doing. When marriages are a mistake, it can be expensive and costly to get out of them. Just looking out for you," he said quietly.
"I'm all set, Darren. Thanks." She kept it short as she touched up her lipstick and looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror. She had told Logan that she would go over that afternoon and she wanted to look her best for him.
"Alright. Well, remember, I'm only a phone call away and so is Lena."
"I know." Brittany told him. "I have to go, I have some things to do. Thanks for the visit and the call,” she told him and then she hung
"I can't wait to be his wife," she finished quietly.
Darren looked at her in suspicion. "Are you alright? You don't look very good. You look like you might be sick-"
As he said it, her hand flew back up to her mouth and she knew she was not going to be able to hold anything down. She ran to the bathroom and just made it before the chocolates she had eaten were vigorously ejected from her body. She felt weak and her body sank to the floor in the bathroom, leaning over the toilet and using tissue paper to wipe her mouth.
Darren appeared at the bathroom door.
"Are you okay? You took off so fast that I was worried. You're sick?" he asked in surprise.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing her body to calm itself.
"The chocolates weren't good. That first one tasted funny to me, and I don't know why I ate the second one, but I'm not eating any more of them," she told him.
He frowned. "I thought they tasted okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sick!" he said sympathetically.
She climbed to her feet and moved to the sink to wash her hands and face. "I know you didn't. Listen, I'm not feeling too hot right now, maybe this isn't such a good time for a visit."
He looked crestfallen, but he walked to the front door and took his chocolates with him along the way. She gave him a hug before he left and after she closed the door, she went to bed to rest for a little while. It was so rare that she got food poisoning, and she had never gotten it from eating chocolate before, but something about the ones that he brought just didn't agree with her.
She slept for a while and woke up later when her phone rang.
"Hello?" she asked in a sleepy voice.
“Hey, it's Darren. I just wanted to check on you and see if you're feeling any better. I'm really sorry about that."
She sat up in her bed and took a deep breath. "I'm good,” she said, rubbing her hand over her forehead. "I feel fine now."
"Oh, that's good! That's good to hear. Listen, I just wanted to talk to you while I was there and see if you had given any more thought to what I told you about your marriage. I just don't think it's a good idea for you, and I want you to know that if you want to talk about it, I'm here for you." He sounded a little dejected, as if he knew he was banging his head against a brick wall, but he wasn't going to give up on it.
She closed her eyes, unsure why it was that she when she had wanted him more than any other man, he had been hell bent on chasing after other women, but now that she was engaged, he was desperate to be with her and prove to her that she should be with him. The irony was just unbelievable to her.
"Yes, Darren, I have thought about it and what I can tell you is that I want to be with him, I am looking forward to being with him, and want to spend the rest of my life with him. Thank you for your concern and for trying to look out for me, but you've really got to let it go, okay? It's happening and it isn't going to change. Just... just let it go, okay?"
She sighed again and climbed out of her bed, straightening her clothes and running a comb through her hair.
"I just want to be sure you really know what you're doing. When marriages are a mistake, it can be expensive and costly to get out of them. Just looking out for you," he said quietly.
"I'm all set, Darren. Thanks." She kept it short as she touched up her lipstick and looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror. She had told Logan that she would go over that afternoon and she wanted to look her best for him.
"Alright. Well, remember, I'm only a phone call away and so is Lena."
"I know." Brittany told him. "I have to go, I have some things to do. Thanks for the visit and the call,” she told him and then she hung
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