The Mating Games.

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I woke up to birds chirping and people talking outside the cabin. I lifted my head from Ryland's chest, immediately regretting it. As I sat up my head swam and my stomach turned. I quickly climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom where I proceeded to empty all the contents of my stomach into the toilet. A hand gently rubbed against my lower back as a body crouched next to me. Once I was able to stop dry heaving I flushed the toilet and sat back.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"You don't have to apologize for getting sick. Think you can stand to brush your teeth?"

"Yeah." I nodded slightly.

He helped me to my feet and stood behind me with his hands on my waist while I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth out with water and mouthwash. I let him guide me back into the bedroom where he proceeded to sit me on the bed and grab me clothes. He handed me a pair of leggings, underwear, a bra, and a long sleeve shirt.

"Do you need some help getting changed?"

"Yes, please."

He nodded and gently proceeded to help me change my clothes. I got dizzy and had to sit down once my pants were firmly sitting on my hips.

"Is it normally like this?"

"Yeah, I just need to get some food and juice."

"Okay, just let me get dressed real quick and we can get some food."

I watched him and how tense he was for a minute before sighing. "You don't have to baby me, it's okay to be mad at me."

"Oh believe me I am mad." He huffed, tugging on his shirt. A tank top. Leaving his arms and tattoos completely bare.

He turned as he pulled his shorts on and bent down to pull his socks and sneakers on.

"So when you're mad you normally go tense and quiet?"

He ran a hand through his hair. "No. I usually yell, or box, or go for a run."

"Okay, so do it."

"Do what, Callie?" He eyed me.

"Yell at me, or go for a run, or have Michael box with you? I've never boxed before but I'd spar with you if you wanted."

"Absolutely not. I'm never going to swing at you."

"Okay so yell at me. I pissed you off and all you've been doing is babying me. I don't need you to baby me. I can handle being yelled at."

"I'm not going to yell at you. You feel shitty enough about everything as it is."

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Don't make excuses for me. I hurt you when I ran away and I pissed you off because I snorted drugs and I tried to hurt you while I was high. Don't make excuses for what I did out of fear or while high. Hold me accountable." My lower lip trembled.

He slammed his hand on the dresser. "Callie, I don't want to yell at you. I don't want you to cry. I want to deal with being pissed at my mate in my own way, and not my self-destructive ways. I am livid that you ran away from me but we talked and I understand why you did. I am beyond livid that I came back last night and you were in here high as a kite. But again we talked. Why are you so hell bent on me yelling at you?"