I would like to say it was all peaches and cream from there, but it wasn't.
Vomiting became part of my daily schedule.
And, of course, I felt the worst when Jesse wasn't home.
I woke up after a hard night curled up against the toilet.
I walked into the kitchen, not that I was particularly hungry.
A yellow sticky note was taped to the counter.
Beca,
I have a feeling you won't make it back to bed tonight, due to your nausea. Sorry. Rest and eat something. May I suggest dry wheat cereal?
Love, Jesse
Mmm... Dry cereal does sound good.
I go to the kitchen and pour the cereal into a bowl.
My back aches, so I head to the couch.
I gobble up the cereal.
Tastes good.
I get up to put the bowl in the sink, but end up on the floor.
I gasp.
Oh, my God.
The nausea returns, and I immediately feel dizzy.
I get up carefully and pick up the phone.
I start to call Jesse, but decide against it. It's not like I passed out. I just fell.
He would be alarmed, and when Jesse is alarmed, he's obsessive.
I call Chloe instead.
The phone beeps several times before she picks up.
"Beca? Hello?" She says.
"Hey, Chloe." I say.
"Hey! Are you okay? You sound drained." She says.
"I am. What are you doing?" I ask, propping my feet up.
"Shopping with Cynthia Rose. She asked me to take her. Why?" She asked.
"Um, can you girls come over? I'm not feeling well." I say.
"Oh, yeah. There's nothing good on the sale's rack today, anyway." She sighs.
"Okay. Hurry up." I saybefore hanging up.
I wish Jesse was here right now. A lot. He's the only one who can make me feel better.
I start crying out of nowhere.
"Beca?" Cynthia Rose calls.
I get up and wipe my eyes. I look like a train wreck. My hair is up in a messy bun and I'm still in my pajamas.
"I'm in here!" I call.
"Are you okay?" Chloe asks.
"I guess." I said.
"What's wrong?"She asked.
"I'm nauseous, I'm dizzy, and I miss Jesse. A lot." I said.
Aawww!" They said together.
"Hey! Don't push it!" I snap.
"Admit it, you're going soft because you're going to be a mommy." Chloe says.
I groan.
What a mistake.
I ran to the bathroom, feeling sick again.
"Do you want us to call Jesse to tell him to come home?"
"No, I'm fine." I said.
"Yup. I'm calling him." Chloe said, unconvinced.
I was relieved.
Soon he was home.
"Chloe? Is she okay?" He asked.
"Yes." Chloe said softly, leading him to the couch, where I was laying.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey." He echoed.
"I'm so glad you're back." I said.
"I knew Icouldn't leave you long." He said.
Then we were kissing. It was all perfect.
And I'm not the mushy type.
