A stack of pancakes the size of my head sat in front of me. Wes dug into his own stack the second the food arrived at the table. I didn’t have the stomach to eat anything right now. The kids are home with Jasper. Double Trouble is declaring that they’re in charge, but Jasper is doing the best he can to keep an eye on all five of them.
“We could’ve gone to your house or mine if you weren't hungry,” Wes pointed out.
“Sorry. It looks really good. I’m just trying to not throw up right now,” I said, making Wes visibly shift further from me. Too bad we’re sitting in a booth, and he can’t escape.
“Are you okay?” Wes asked, reaching across the table. He placed his hand on my forehead. “You don’t feel sick. Do you want to leave?”
I shook my head.
I took a deep breath and stabbed my stack of pancakes with my fork.
“I’m going to tell you something and it may cause you to run in the opposite direction,” I said.