My stom
ach roiled again and I felt that acid rising and bubbling in the back of my throat. I scrambled out of bed and ran for the bathroom again. I needed to pee, too, but I needed to puke more.
He called in, “You need me?”
“No. Go, honey. I’ll---unf,” I gagged, “I’ll be okay.”
I felt his presence behind me. He pulled my hair back and kissed my temple,
“Love you.”
“Love you. Call me later.” And then I rested my cheek on my hand and dry heaved again.
He was still standing there.
“Go, honey. It’s okay.”
He didn’t want to leave me like this. He probably didn’t want to leave me at all. He was still very protective. But he was trying.
I had company lined up for while he’d be away. Tonight, I was having my foster sisters over. Tomorrow night I was staying over with the girls a few doors down at Lisa’s and Tessa’s. He’d either be back the day after that or Sarah would come stay over until he got home. He didn’t want me alone all night. Beyond the company I’d had planned, he also had people patrolling the property.
“I’ll get Sarah here now.”
“It’s okay, Tommy.”
“Sarah, can you come over? She’s puking a lot and I don’t wanna leave her alone.” He’d ignored me and called her anyway.
“Go catch your … (gag) …flight,” I insisted, but he gave me a look.
***
When the puking stopped, I’d managed to go pee and brush my teeth. As I was coming out, he met me at the door and lifted me up again and got me back to bed where he held me and stroked my back and my hair. He left only after Sarah arrived and that meant he’d missed his flight but he waved it off as no big deal, saying there was another one shortly.
She made me some warm citrusy drink with ginger in it, forced me to take a few sips, and was gonna hang out downstairs until I felt better.
“Want me to make up some meals for your freezer, Chiquita?”
“No, please. I can’t stand the thought of the smell of food cooking.”
There was also the fact that my freezer was full already, having no less than six lasagnas and an assortment of other meals that she’d sent over. It was her mission in life to keep everyone in the family away from sugar but with freezers filled with food.
I was still early in my pregnancy, but I guess my comment the other day about feeling great, other than sore boobs and feeling sleepy, had been a jinx against myself. I’d been fine until yesterday.
Yesterday I threw up for two hours off and on. And he knew it. I’d been reading to him from my favorite pregnancy website and told him all about the morning sickness cures and how I’d stocked up on crackers and that was how he knew to bring me some. Today was feeling even worse than yesterday.
Tommy would be gone to Vegas for a few days and then we were talking about going to Costa Rica to spend a few days, pack up the rest of our things, and close up the house there.
We’d planned to do it right after Dare’s wedding but Tommy had some work stuff come up so it’d been put off. Tommy said he’d been in touch with the owner though, and put in an offer. He decided to buy it for us and we’d save it as a place for vacations.
I’d asked about whether or not that was a good idea or a waste of money and maybe we should at least rent it out while we weren’t using it and he’d laughed at me and told me money was not a worry and no way would he want anyone else staying in our house, sleeping in our bed.
Money had always but always been a worry to me and I still wasn’t accustomed to it being available in abundance. I doubted I’d ever take it for granted.
I had been looking forward to having a sleepover with Beth, Mia, and Ruby. They didn’t know yet, that I was pregnant. I was going to tell them that night. I’d had all these plans for awesome snacks and girlie/baby movies (Look Who’s Talking, Baby Geniuses, Knocked Up, etc.) and I hoped I felt well enough to get out of this bed. Morning sickness sucked.
Angel
The first weeks of married life weren’t exactly bliss. Being married to Dare was bliss, waking up in his arms, how he made love to me and was so caring and nurturing… definitely amazing.