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.
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
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.”
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.”
“
“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-“
“
“I was so
distracted by the desire to jump your bones, I didn’t see it.”
Jen laughed out
loud at this, catching
“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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