Ten minutes into the boat ride and Gordon knew he was done for. He’d sipped water, held his breath, closed his eyes, but nothing worked and Clara was beginning to notice.
Somehow, in all their time together, the fact that he was prone to getting sick on such rides had never come up. Now here they were, on their honeymoon and Clara had been so enthusiastic to take the tour boat, so he’d kept quiet and hoped for the best.
“Oh Gordon, isn’t the water just beautiful?”
Clara yanked him near the rail. Gordon gasped, held on for dear life as he felt the dizziness shoot into his ears and emptied the entire contents of his morning breakfast overboard.
A few embarrassing moment later, they were back on dry land.
“But why didn’t you tell me?” Clara patted Gordon gently on his arm.
“You were so excited, I didn’t want to ruin it for you,” said Gordon, sheepishly.
Clara smiled, she knew she’d married the right guy.
“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up!”