Following this thread, a work in progress.It had been a lovely, romantic, wonderful night. But the dawn brought sickness and a violently upset stomach, which had her flying out of bed, trying to reach the bathroom.
Must have been the wine. She finished throwing up, heaving and breathing hard, as Mark tapped on the door, worry in his sleepy voice. "Must have been the fish." She mumbled it, after brushing her teeth, when she crawled back into the bed beside him.
But she couldn't get comfortable. Lying sprawled over Mark was too hot, and her breasts felt a little tender. So she curled up on her side.
Must be the summer air. She was tired, so very weary, but she still couldn't sleep.
Must be all that sex and stuff. When it was lighter outside, and the sun streamed in through the windows, she was still exhausted and stressed.
Must be going to see Aramis. And then, shockingly, she was sick again.
The room felt like a spinning ride at a carnival, all hot and sticky, and all she wanted was to lay in the bath, where it was blessedly cool. Her stomach hurt, her belly sore, and all the explanations she could muster didn't erase the worry in Mark's eyes.
That worry, the stress, led to her agreement to allow the hotel doctor up to see her. After all, if it was food poisoning or something, it would be relieved with something that could go down with a cup of tea and a bit of a cuddle.
"Oui, Madame, I am certain...enceinte."The doctor was far more animated than either the expectant mother, or the silent, simmering father, who paid him, and gave him the bum's rush out of the room, slamming the door with a bang that made Alexa cringe in the bed. She could hear glass, from the sitting room area of the suite, and she sighed. He would be in there, starting on a new binge of drinking. It wasn't even nine in the morning.
"Mark...honey...I don't know what happened. I mean, I know what
happened. But I don't how. Maybe when I was sick? Valentine's? Or...I changed to the pills. I don't know." She wasn't letting herself dream. She had no illusions. The man she chose, and loved, had made a deal with her, and that was that. Alexa Bond Carter knew her husband. She could feel the anger and pain from the other room. She couldn't allow herself to fall in love with the little life inside her. It was hopeless.
"Mark." She got up and came into the room, and stood tall, looking him in the eye. "Please, don't worry. I made a promise. I gave my word, and I made a vow. I'll take care of this. Tomorrow. I swear. I promise. You don't have even think about it."
She was trying not to cry. There would be time enough to cry when she was alone. Right now, she had to face his anger.