Chapter two hundred and twenty-two:

Jenna was sitting up in bed, with Becky sitting cross-legged at her side. Zac was sitting in a chair with his feet propped up on the edge of the bed, as he flipped through channels on the small television.

“How are you feeling?” Becky asked.

“Okay,” Jen smiled.

“You’re not nauseous or anything?”

“Actually, I am a little nauseous…” She swallowed. “But the doctor said that was normal.”

“Are you sure? Do you want me to check? Just in case?”

“No, I’m fine.” Jen coughed. “Could you hand me that jug of water?”

“Let me get it.” Becky jumped up eagerly, and poured Jenna a glass of water and carefully handed it to her. After Jen she took a couple of sips, Becky placed it back on the nightstand.

Becky bit her lower lip in contemplation then finally blurted out. “Jen, I’m sorry. I feel responsible for this… I mean, you begged me not to, but I told Luke anyway. I feel like I completely betrayed you.”

“No, Becky, don’t say that-“ Jen began.

“But you told me a secret, and I should have kept it.”

“You’re forgiven, okay?” Jen smiled. “You did the right thing, even if it felt wrong. Trust me. I don’t hate you at all.”

Becky smiled. “Thanks…”

Both Becky and Jenna looked up to a knock at the door. Taylor cleared his throat. “You guys mind if I steal a bit of Jen’s time?”

Becky looked back at Jen who nodded. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Alright.” Becky smiled, and practically dragged Zac away from the television.



Once completely alone with Taylor, Jenna drew in a deep breath, expecting hell-fire. She pulled her knees up to her chest, to provide room for Taylor.

He sat down on the bed, but didn’t speak. He sat deep in thought for a few minutes.

Jen finally swallowed hard and said “You know, this goes a lot easier if you say something…”

“Right.” Taylor said. “I… I just can’t decide who I’m more mad at.”

A look of confusion crossed Jen’s face.

“I mean,” He continued, “I can’t decide if I want to kill you for doing this or hate myself for letting you.”

Tay, you didn’t let me do anything. I hid it from everyone. And it’s not like I intended to do this to myself. I mean, I just started dieting, and then before I knew it, I was making myself throw up and all of a sudden I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t hold anything down.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have gotten you help.”

“I don’t know.” She admitted near tears.

“Jen,” He said softly, taking her hands in his. “From this point on, if there’s anything… anything bothering you, feel free to come to me, okay?”

She nodded, sniffling.

“I should have noticed this. I can’t believe I didn’t-“

Tay-

“I was so distracted by the desire to jump your bones, I didn’t see it.”

Jen laughed out loud at this, catching Taylor by surprise.

“What?” He asked in confusion.

“You really thought about me like that?”

He blushed brightly. “Yeah, I mean… I’ve never taken so many cold showers in my life.”

She laughed again.

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Christy was lying awake in bed, wrapped in only a thin sheet. She smiled to herself and glanced at her husband, who was lying next to her, with the blankets pulled over his waist. He was tired from the effort, and the sweat had not yet dried from his temples and chest.

She smiled to herself, he looked absolutely adorable.

She moved closer to him beneath the sheets and wrapped her arm around his body. She nuzzled her nose into the alcove between his ear and jaw.

He chuckled. “Again? Honey I don’t know if I can-“

She giggled. “No, I don’t expect you too… You’re amazing.”

He smiled and turned to face her, his arm circling her body. “No, you’re amazing.”

“Honey, why don’t you get some sleep, okay?” She bit her lower lip, at the feeling which suddenly panged in her stomach.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, immediately noticing all of the color draining from her face.

“Nothing…” She sat up, tucking the sheet around her body. “I uhh…” She swallowed hard.

Isaac sat up, “What is it?”

“I think I’m going to be sick.” She pulled the sheet around herself further and darted off towards the washroom.

“Christy-“ He tried, climbing out of bed, and jerking on his boxers. He stood at the door and tried open it. “Are you okay?” He asked, leaning against the door. Inside she was retching. “Please let me in…” He tried.

The door unlocked and opened slightly, and Christy stood inside, looking pale and ill, with the sheet still wrapped around her.

“C, can I get you anything? Let me help-“

“I think I’m going to be sick,” She choked out, and dove for the toilet again to vomit.

He gently knelt next to her and gently pulled her hair back, leaving his hand on her back.

When she finished, she sat back on her knees and appeared close to tears.

“Honey, what can I do?”

“Just… just don’t touch me, okay? Just let me be.”

He dropped his hand slowly. “Okay, if you’re sure that’s what you want.”

She nodded.

He got up and left the room.

He dressed and without knowing what to do, went back into the kitchen and resumed cooking breakfast.

He flipped through her books looking for any information on morning sickness.


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