Chapter 192

Harley

“I don’t know if I have any more in me,” I groan as I sit on my knees, bent over the toilet. I thought I was done with this, but Gramps came in with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“There’s always more,” Grandma Denise commiserates as she rubs my back. “It’s like it never ends.”

“How ya doin’, Push Pop?” He calls through the door.

“Tell him to stop mentioning food!”

“Be right back.” She gets up, quickly shooting out the door.

Sitting back on my heels, I take a few deep breaths and try to get my stomach under control. This has to stop soon. I’m not sure how much more I can take of it. It always throws my days off. I start puking and then it’s like my day has to start over too.

I’ve even had a few times where I had to change clothes. I’ve taken to carrying an extra set with me.

There’s a slight knock at the door before it opens. “Hey, how ya doin’?”

Glancing up, I grin at the hottest guy I know. “Been better.” I shrug as he has a seat next to me. “Who told you?”