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Just then, I heard the sound of a baby crying.
“That’s Lillian. I’ve got to go, but Seb. Think about it. Please, bye.”
“Bye.”
***
That afternoon I had pushed through my thoughts and kept myself busy, reading contracts, looking over proposals and new building sites. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn’t hear when Delilah walked in. Only when she rapped my desk with her knuckles did my eyes shoot up to hers.
“Hey. I knocked but you didn’t hear. It’s almost seven, are you ready to leave?” she asked.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to stay so late,” I said, closing the file in front of me and shutting down my computer.
“Nothing to be sorry about. I’m a workaholic just like you. It was only when my stomach rumbled I checked the time. I knew if I didn’t come to get you, you’d never leave this office.”
“Never leave?” I chuckled, “The only way I’m never leaving this office is if you’ll stay here with me.” I stood and kissed her forehead. “How about we grab some dinner before we head home? There’s a new seafood place a few blocks away we can try that out.”
Delilah scrunched up her nose. “I’m not really a fan of trying new things.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, “But you tried office sex today and that was fun.”
She blushed and smacked me playfully, “Not the same!”
“Oh yes, they are!” I argued. “I’ve tried the lobster and it’s really good, but if you don’t like it, we can go wherever you want.”
“Fine.”
I unentwined myself from her long enough to grab my jacket and my briefcase and we headed to the SUV where Tony and Rex were waiting.
When we got to the restaurant, it was packed, so we had to wait fifteen minutes for a table, but Delilah didn’t mind. We sat by the bar while she drank wine and I drank whiskey and just talked. Once seated we ordered, it took another twenty minutes for the lobster, truffled mashed potatoes and garlic butter asparagus to be placed in front of us. I helped Delilah remove the shell from the lobster, and when she tasted it she loved it. After dinner, we did a little more drinking and dancing before heading home.
The second the front door was locked behind us, our hands were all over each other. But just as I ripped off her blouse and thrown my shirt to the floor Delilah placed her hand on her chest.
“Sweetheart, is everything ok?”
She nodded and tried to smile.
I passed my hand on her arms and despite the air conditioning in the room, her skin was clammy.
Before I could ask her anything else again, Delilah flew down the hallway and locked herself in the bathroom. I knocked on the door, as I heard her puking on the other side.
“Delilah, open the door.”
More puking and heaving. Shit. Was she allergic to seafood?
I knocked on the door. “Delilah, open the door. Now.”
If she was allergic and it was bad, I needed to get her to the hospital. I heard the door click and it opened slowly.
“Do you feel better now?” I asked titling her chin so she could look into my eyes.
“I feel a bit better,” she whispered.
“Do you think you’re allergic to seafood?”
“I don’t know but my stomach hurts. I’m sorry about ruining the night.” Her eyes refused to meet mine.
I lifted her chin, forcing her to look at me. “You didn’t ruin anything. Let me help you to bed.”