Author Note: Thanks a lot for your reviews, this chapter is a bit of a filler really, but it's also pushing the storyline forwards to an extent. I'm looking forward to writing the next chapter.
I'm going to London tomorrow until Wednesday, which means I can't update while I'm away, but it means my train journey may be filled with writing. So look out on Wednesday for some updates!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins, but I did write this story.
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The toilet bowl was her best friend; it was a love/hate relationship and no matter how much she hated it, the toilet bowl loved her more. She'd heard about morning sickness; read all the books, but nothing prepared her for the fact it came all through the day. She noted the irony the first time she got sick in the evening, then she wished it was some horrible joke and the sickness would return to the mornings only; but after almost a week of constant nausea, she was giving up hope.
"Do you need me to help you back to bed?" Naomi asked, her hand rubbing Emily's back slightly, in the hope of easing her pain.
"I don't think I'd make it without," Emily replied, stopping abruptly as another wave of sickness took hold.
"This can't be normal," Naomi muttered, her mind on autopilot over the causes of her fiancées sickness. It was difficult to watch, the constant battle Emily was having with food, drink and her contracting stomach muscles.
"Should I call the doctor?" she checked, kneeling on the floor for comfort as she wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"People get sick all the time," Emily muttered, but it didn't settle Naomi's nerves.
"Surely not this much and this often," she sighed, retying Emily's wayward hair back with a hair band.
"Yes," Emily groaned, pulling away from the bowl and leaning back against the bathroom wall, "I read it in one of those books Katie dropped off, some women get it all day everyday for three months straight,"
"We have another two months of this?" Naomi asked, Emily grinned at her, wearily from the sickness.
"I hope not, it said to watch that I do eat and drink something that stays down or I could become dehydrated,"
"Ill add that to my list," Naomi smiled, rubbing her thigh.
"What list?" Emily muttered.
"Just a list that Katie gave me, things to do, things not to do, food that I should and shouldn't buy,"
"What is with her?!" Emily laughed, resting a hand on her stomach without even thinking.
"I guess she's excited and wants to make sure everything goes okay," Naomi replied. Emily laughed, a long drawn out laugh which she regretted when a wave of nausea hit and she clung to her best friend again.
"What's so funny?" Naomi asked, comforting her as best as she could.
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"Coo-ee, Emily, Naomi?"
Emily lay back against her pillows, her hands clasped together across her stomach in a protective motion. She smiled at the sound of Katie's voice ringing up the stairs.
"Up here," she muttered, taking a deep breath.
Pushing the door open, Katie grinned at her sister, excited to see her. It had been a few days since she'd last visited, it was driving her insane waiting around. But Howard had told her they needed to give Emily some space to digest what was happening. She didn't agree. It was an adjustment for all of them, not just Emily.
"You're looking pale, what's wrong?" Katie stopped at the foot of the bed, her eyes wide with concern.
"Morning sickness, and afternoon and night," Emily muttered, being careful not to speak for too long.
"Oh," Katie sighed, scrunching a bag up in her fingers, "I guess you won't be wanting any chocolate then,"
Emily smiled, her weary eyes crinkled at the edges, "I could try some, though nothing much is staying down,"
Katie moved to the empty side of the bed, slipping her shoes off her feet and climbing in beside her sister. She rested a hand around her shoulder and another on her stomach.
"You know Howie and I really appreciate this, don't you?"
Emily nodded, "Of course I do, it'll be worth it in the end."
"It will," Katie muttered, letting her head lean against Emily's.
There was a long, drawn out silence, a comfortable silence where they both thought about each other and the baby. Katie wondered if Emily was feeling as close as she was to her other half. They'd spent eight months together in their mother's womb as close as they could get. Since then it'd been one rollercoaster ride after another; sometimes they got on, sometimes they hated each other. But at that moment, Katie knew that they were as close, if not closer than the months they spent before their birth.
"I want to take care of you, tell me what to do," Katie informed her, rubbing the flat belly in anticipation for it's growth.
"I'm fine," Emily smiled, moving her hand to cover Katie's, "Naomi has everything covered."
"Oh, okay," Katie replied, pulling away and sitting back against the bed head, "Can I at least make you something to eat or drink?"
"No thanks," she paused, "Can we just watch a film or something?"
"Sure, what do you want to watch?" Katie asked, jumping out of the bed and opening Emily's TV cupboard.
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The house was silent when she arrived home from work. It had been a long, tiring day and Naomi wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with Emily. As she crept through the house she found herself in the bedroom, watching Emily, who lay asleep in their bed. She leant down and kissed her softly on the cheek, pulling the covers up over her arm.
"Night beautiful,"
"Don't wake her," a voice muttered.
Naomi turned around, spotting Katie stood in the doorway watching her. She frowned and moved away from Emily's side, pulling Katie with her into the hallway in annoyance.
"What are you doing here?" she spat out, frustrated.
"I came to see how Ems was."
"She's fine, you didn't need to come," Naomi muttered.
"I wanted to come,"
Her arms folded across her chest as she gritted her teeth. Katie was just trying to be the caring sister, the caring mother to the child that was growing in Emily's womb. But Naomi was pissed off. She was glad Katie was getting her dream, to be a parent, but it didn't help her mood.
"Are you going to be coming here every day?"
"I don't know," Katie mumbled, frowning.
"You can't just turn up here all the time Katie, it's not fair, we need to live our lives,"
"I think you're forgetting that for the next nine months our lives are the same, she's having MY baby remember," Katie snapped, getting just as angry as Naomi.
"You still can't keep showing up here Katie,"
Voices were running through her dreams, creating crazy images that Emily couldn't decipher. It didn't take long to come to, her eyes opening into the dimly lit room. The voices were clearer now; it was Katie and Naomi, their voices hushed as they spoke harshly to one another.
"She's my sister and she's carrying my baby, I'll do what the hell I like,"
"Not while I'm here you won't, we have a life and we're not going to change it all just for you and your damn baby," Naomi snapped, regretting her choice of words quickly.
"You're well out of line Naomi, I'm just glad Emily can't hear you because I'd hate for her to know what a little bitch you're being,"
"I'm not being a bitch," Naomi snapped back, "I just don't want this surrogacy to take over our whole lives."
"I'm sorry if Emily's niece or nephew is such an inconvenience to you, maybe you should fuck off back to Bristol and leave us to it,"
The two girls stared at each other, their eyes fixed on the other, glistening with a mixture of tears and resentment. They were never going to agree, they were never going to come to some sort of peace. As silence stole the moment, Katie groaned loudly, her feet taking her off down the stairs before Naomi could say anything more. She waited until the door slammed shut behind her, then traipsed back into her bedroom, to curl up with her girlfriend as she'd originally planned.
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