Quinn genuinely did feel horrible, both because she had puked all over this poor guy, and because she still felt kind of sick and lightheaded. There was just no denying it. She was pregnant. She was almost a hundred percent sure of it. Her mom had told her once upon a time how awful the morning sickness she'd had with both Quinn and her sister had been, and it sounded pretty much like a dead ringer for what was going on with Quinn. But in the midst of all of that, she'd just managed to throw up on the guy who was the father if she was pregnant, and create an even more awkward moment than she'd thought humanly possible. But he'd kicked right into high gear, helping her out and not stopping to be a jerk about his shirt or anything like that. It had seemed like the most natural thing in the world to just step right up and look after her when she was feeling badly, and she was suddenly thanking her lucky stars that this was the person sh'd slept with all along and not his twin. It was a hell of a relief.
Once outside, Quinn took the seat on the bunch gratefully, glad not only for the chance to sit down, but for the fresh air and the cold water. "Thank you," she murmured, looking up at him with a small, weak smile. "I'm a little better," she replied, blinking her eyes as the wave of lightheadedness started to subside a little. "I don't think I'm going to pass out or anything now." Despite how sick she was feeling, she couldn't help an appreciative glance when Jeremy took his shirt off, and even when it was replaced by the tank top, it was a tank top that still fit in all the right places. It wasn't that she hadn't found him attractive the night of their hookup, but she'd been a bit too much on the drunk side to truly appreciate it at the time. Only, then she was feeling yuck again thinking about the conversation that was going to have to take place, and the fact she wasn't totally convinced she was done hurling. "I'm really sorry I threw up on you just the same," she said, taking another sip of the water. "Thank you for the water... and for staying with me. Nobody likes to be alone when they feel bad."
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Once outside, Quinn took the seat on the bunch gratefully, glad not only for the chance to sit down, but for the fresh air and the cold water. "Thank you," she murmured, looking up at him with a small, weak smile. "I'm a little better," she replied, blinking her eyes as the wave of lightheadedness started to subside a little. "I don't think I'm going to pass out or anything now." Despite how sick she was feeling, she couldn't help an appreciative glance when Jeremy took his shirt off, and even when it was replaced by the tank top, it was a tank top that still fit in all the right places. It wasn't that she hadn't found him attractive the night of their hookup, but she'd been a bit too much on the drunk side to truly appreciate it at the time. Only, then she was feeling yuck again thinking about the conversation that was going to have to take place, and the fact she wasn't totally convinced she was done hurling. "I'm really sorry I threw up on you just the same," she said, taking another sip of the water. "Thank you for the water... and for staying with me. Nobody likes to be alone when they feel bad."