Belly So Upset

"Are you getting carsick?" Bella frowned, confused. They hadn't gone all out with the food, nothing too weird. He had had seafood for yesterday's lunch, but it was far too late to be some sort of food poisoning hitting nearly twenty six hours too late. Today's lunch had been light, just a salad they shared, and Bella didn't feel sick at all.

"I don't know," his cheeks bulged with a soft burp, "maybe? Doesn't feel like reflux, I'm just-" another little burp, no heat behind it, "queasy."

"Okay, baby," Bella jumped from her seat, circling the vehicle, "c'mon, get on the passenger side, let me lean your seat back- Oh whoa, Luke."

She pulled her hands back, because as Luke circled the car and got on the passenger side, she had reached to open his shorts, only to realize just how bloated his belly looked.

"Damn, you rounded up," Bell commented, raising her eyebrows. He offered her an indulgent smile, although there were pained lines next to his eyes and Bella quickly undid his short's fly, rolling it down to give space to his stomach.

There was not a hint of abs ever being there, he was taut, it looked painful, "that cannot feel good," she rubbed her hand across his stomach in a soothing manner, noticing how warm the skin felt, "I'm gonna pull over in the first motel we pass."

"No," Luke groaned, fiddling with the seat until he managed to get more space for his legs, "I wanna go home, we're just two hours out."

"Okay..." She didn't feel very sure about that, but Bella nodded and shut his door, getting back onto the driver's seat. Stupid giraffe husband who needed to push his seat all the way back.

"Maybe it was too much sun on that beautiful head of yours," Bella suggested, pulling them back on the road and checking if both their windows were rolled down. It had been an unusually warm weekend after a cold week, and they were both wearing tank tops, although they hadn't turned on the A/C.

Luke let out a huff, closing his eyes and leaning back his head, "maybe..." He gulped down, "I just don't feel good."

"Awn, baby," Bella removed a hand from the steering wheel, burying it on his hair and starting to pet it, nails scratching his scalp as she kept her eyes on the road. It was quite a relaxing drive, she wasn't speeding, not too worried.

A handful of minutes later, Luke shuffled next to her, her hand falling from his hair to his shoulder, and Bell stole a concerned glance his way. He was pale as spoiled milk, a hand moving to rest on his bloated stomach, eyes glassy.

"Luke?"

"Is there a gas stop coming up?" He asked, gulping down, bracing his forearm on top of the glovebox and hiding his face in it.

"Uhh..." Bella flickered her eyes to their multimedia, checking the GPS, "yeah, about ten minutes out."

"Okay," he breathed out, wrapping an arm around his belly. Bella cringed, rubbing a hand up and down his back, not missing the fact his tank top was getting damp with sweat.

"Did you eat anything I didn't?" She wondered, out loud, and speeding up a little more. Luke reached in and hit the middle button, killing the radio.

"Uhm-" his face scrunched up, "I dunno, uh- Shrimp last night?"

"I had that too, Luke," she wiped a droplet of sweat that was running down his temple. In the quiet of the car, she heard a nasty watery gurgle coming from his stomach and he winced, gritting his teeth.

She sped up, letting out a relieved breath when the gas station came into view. As soon as she stopped, Luke jumped out and power walked inside the attached convenience store.

Bella cringed, taking a minute to follow and walking around the place as she waited for him. It had a small pharmacy, with only OTC stuff and she got him an array of meds, hoping to help somehow. Pepto, Imodium, antiacids... Tylenol...?

"You had six piña coladas yesterday," Bella said, as soon as Luke emerged from the men's room, looking even more clammy than before, despite the clear fact he had just washed his face, wet wisps of hair falling over his forehead, "you're hungover, baby."

"No way," Luke groaned, taking the paper bag she was holding and digging through it. He grabbed the gatorade bottle, breaking the seal and gulping it down greedily as he followed her outside.

"Yes, way," Bella snorted, cupping his face and stroking his overheated cheeks, "we had salad for lunch because you said you weren't hungry. We slept in. Clearly we underestimated how tipsy you were last night."

Luke scoffed, resting his back against the side of the car and spreading his legs apart, to lower himself to her height, "amazing," he said, sourly, "I'm hungover from freaking piña colada. A girl's drink."

"Sexist," Bella chuckled, getting on her tip toes and throwing her arms around his neck, stealing a kiss even if he had maybe just puked, "did you get sick?"

"No," he hid his face on her neck, breathing out, "opposite end."

"Ew," Bella lowered a hand down his back, keeping them close, rubbing up and down, "still nauseous?"

"Yeah," Luke pulled them apart and shuddered as he gulped down, "and look at the size of me, this is ridiculous."

Bell moved to rest against their car as well, letting out a low whistle at how bloated he was. He was shameless enough that he hadn't even bothered to do his fly back up, using the hem of his wifebeater to cover it up. Or, more likely, he couldn't do it back up.

"Wanna lie down in the back?" She suggested, tugging on his tanktop to peek at his stomach and giggling when Luke's cheeks turned crimson and he shoved her hand away, letting the fabric fall back down. His navel was all pink, it looked cute as hell, Bella thought.

"I'm gonna hurl if I lie in the back," Luke groaned, cheeks puffing with a soft burp, "I mean, I'm probably gonna hurl regardless, its all churning," he pressed the cold bottle to his forehead and Bella squinted at him, letting out a sigh and circling her husband, going through the glovebox in order to retrieve his sunglasses.

"Here, grandpa," she planted them onto his face, "better to stop the headache before it becomes a migraine."

"You'll call me grandpa but won't call me daddy, Bella?" He teased, causing Bella's cheeks to catch on fire, her heart to skip a beat.

"Don't be awful, we're in public," she groaned, swatting his stomach with a huff, "can we get back on the road?"

He nodded, thumping on his chest until he worked up a gross, wet burp, "yeah, let's."

"Keep drinking the Gatorade and take the tylenol, you'll be fine," Bella instructed, getting on her tip toes to slide his sunglasses further up his nose, "daddy."

Luke's pale face split with a smirk, his hand grabbing her waist, "I've changed my mind, let's crash a motel."

Bella giggled, butting his nose with hers, "you couldn't handle me in this shape," she patted the side of his upset stomach, grinning when he winced, "you can barely handle me at your best."