So, for this one, we've gone slightly back in time. Set when Carla is about nine weeks into her pregnancy, I thought this might make a cute idea.
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"I don't want to do this anymore." Carla announced, as she was sitting on the side of the bath, her husband just beside her, his hand resting softly in the middle of her back. "Do you still feel like you're going to be sick?" He asked her. It was half four in the morning, and the pair were both exhausted. "I don't know anymore." Carla replied, her voice soft and broken. She wanted nothing more than to go to sleep.
The pair had only had about an hours sleep between them, with Carla waking up to a feeling of overwhelming nausea about half an hour after she and Peter had gone to bed. She immediately went into the kitchen, getting herself a glass of water before practically setting up camp in the bathroom. Peter, being a massive support, and proving he was going to be where every step of the way, joined her moments later, having realised the lack of his wife's presence in their bed.

"Why don't you go back to bed, love. I can put the bucket next to the bed if you like, that way you can at least try and get some sleep." He suggested, rubbing her back slightly. Carla thought about it, although she didn't like the idea of throwing up in a bucket, the pair had now been in and out of the bathroom for at least a few hours, and they both desperately needed sleep. "Yeah." She mumbled softly, as he got up slowly next to her, not wanting his sudden movement to make her feel worse, that and he couldn't move faster if he tried, he was absolutely shattered. He helped Carla up slowly and she went into the bedroom.
Peter got the red bucket from the utility cupboard and half-filled a glass with water, before returning to his wife. She was sat on the bed, against the headboard with her knees up to her chest. Silent tears were making their way down her face, and she attempted to wipe them away as Peter came into the room. He placed the bucket down next to her bed, and the glass on the top of her bedside table, before getting into bed. He motioned for his wife to cuddle up to him as he pulled the duvet up. She laid down next to him before placing her head on his chest.
"I'm sorry." She told him softly, feeling guilty for having woken Peter up in the first place and disturbing his sleep. "Why are you apologising, eh? It's not your fault. I reckon this little one had a lot to answer for!" Peter smiled, whispering slightly, in an attempt keep the room calm, as he placed his hand very lightly on Carla's stomach, which he hoped helped her nausea. "I just can't help but feel like my body is already failing the baby and I just don't want to do anything wrong." She told him, as she rolled over so that she was back on her side of the bed, her head propped up by a seemingly endless amount of pillows, in an attempt to prevent herself from feeling more nauseous. "You're not doing anything wrong, love." He reassured her, turning over to face his wife. "It's just the hormones in your body, they're making everything unbalanced. The baby is fine. And do you know what, I reckon you'd have more cause for concern if you weren't feeling any symptoms at all." He added, as he ran his hand through her hair, in an attempt to make her feel better. "You reckon Dr Barlow?" She smiled lightly, taking the mick at the fact that he had obviously done his research. "I told you I'd be here every step of the way, and here I am." He told her, as she smiled softly, despite feeling so ill. Having him right by her side seemed to make everything just that little bit better. "I love you so much." She told him, as continued to play with her hair, in an attempt to help her get to sleep. "I love you too." He told her.

-CS-

Two and a half hours later, Carla and Peter were waking up to the cry of their alarm. Peter hastily turned it off, hoping that it wouldn't wake her. But it did. "Morning... again." Carla croaked jokingly, sleep filling and distorting her voice. "How are you feeling, love?" Peter asked her, rolling over and sitting up slightly before running a soft hand through her hair. "Not too bad." She smiled. Although she was still feeling sick, it was no where near as bad as last nights episode. "Listen baby, why don't you go back to sleep. I can handle things today at the factory." Peter offered, as Carla turned to face him properly. "It's fine. I'm fine." Carla told him, which caused him to smile. He was in awe of his wife's strength, and her determination to keep things as normal, even when they weren't. "I know you're fine, but you were up for most of last night." Peter attempted to reason. "I know I was, and so were you." She reminded him. "Look, this could go on for a few more weeks, or even a few months, it could last until I've had the baby. We might as well carry on as normal, or as normal as possible while we still can." She told him. "I just don't want you overdoing it, love." He told her, as she smiled softly at his worry. "I won't." She assured him, as she sat up slowly.
"I'll tell you what, why don't I nip to the pharmacy and see what they can suggest?" He offered. "I don't think that they can actually give me anything, I haven't actually been sick, it's just this overwhelming feeling." She explained, subconsciously placing a hand on her stomach. "Well, even so, they might be able to suggest something. You can't survive on less than three hours of sleep every night for the foreseeable." Peter told her, as she leant into his side. "I might have to." She sighed, as Peter wrapped his arm around his wife. "I'm sure it'll pass, love, just give it time." He reassured her. "Can I have that in writing?" She asked, as Peter chuckled, before planting a soft kiss in her hair. "Why don't you have a shower? That might help?" He suggested, as Carla sat up straight. "That's not such a bad idea." She told him. "Thank you." She told him sincerely, looking into his eyes, an exhausted smile painted on her face. "You don't need to thank me, love." He told her. "Although, this little one, better not be this much trouble when it arrives!" He exclaimed, as he placed a hand on her flat stomach. "I love you." Carla reminded him. "I love you too."

I don't really dedicate chapters to anyone or anything like that, but my Nan passed away on the day after I posted my last chapter, after a very short battle with cancer. She encouraged me to do everything that I loved and be creative, when I felt my mother saw achievement as only academic. Whether it be writing or performing, she was my number one fan and was so proud of everything I did creatively, so this is one of the reasons why I wanted to dedicate this chapter to her. This life goes too quick, be creative, be kind to one another, be kind to yourself, and never take things for granted. I love and appreciate you all. Thank you for waiting so patiently for this chapter, I'm sorry it's so short. x