A/N; it's been awhile, hasn't it? But I'm back with an update. To all of
those who reviewed thanks! I'll be back when I have 47 reviews.
CNJ- Yeah, I know that the last chapter wasn't that in-line with the story,
but it will all come together, hopefully in this chapter.
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Stacey sighed and listlessly surfed through the TV shows that were on that day. She was bored out of her mind and Sam was still upstairs working out on the treadmill. Aside form the stifling boredom she was going through, she seemed to perennially have a pounding headache and had even been puking for days now, which was terribly disgusting as she particularly hated puking. She guessed that it was the stress of her wanting and trying to get pregnant so badly, not that she minded, and also Mary Anne and her current occupation. Sam constantly worried that it wasn't good for her diabetes if she kept on puking. But, her blood sugar and insulin remained at a steadily normal level. Suddenly the cordless phone beside her interrupted her thoughts with a dull beep. She grabbed it and lazily asked the caller to identify herself.
"Stace, do you think you could come over here? Everyone is here" Kristy requested, referring only to Dawn, Claudia, Mallory and Abby because Jessi was on tour with the NYC Ballet Company.
Stacey was relieved to finally have something to distract her from her pounding headache and boredom. "I'll let Sam know and I'll be over there."
Kristy smiled. "Oh, tell him he should come as well, because Charlie, David Michael, Emily and Andrew arrived early for their visit.
Stacey agreed and went upstairs to her bedroom to tell her husband. Sam saw her come in and smiled at her from the treadmill. "Hi Stace, How are you feeling."
"Fine." She replied "except for this headache-" Suddenly a terrible bout of nausea gripped at her stomach and she ran to the bathroom adjacent their bedroom.
Sam sighed and got off the treadmill and muttered to himself. "Here we go again." This had been happening for a week and a half now. He got a hand towel and a ponytail from the dresser. As he walked into the bathroom, the sounds of Stacey retching into the toilet echoed throughout the tiny room. He felt a stab of pity for her and handed the towel, which he had rinsed, and the ponytail to her. He sat on the edge of the tub and waited for her to finish wiping the sweat off her face. "You were saying, you were fine?" He teased her and gently rubbed her back.
She made a face at him. "I'm fine now." She stood up and rinsed her mouth with mouthwash several times. She brushed her teeth for good measure "I hate barfing!" she told Sam.
He walked over to her and tightly wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. "You'll live as long as you have mouthwash, toothpaste and a toothbrush."
"Necessities in life." She told him as she walked to their closet.
"Where do you think you're going?" he questioned her, sitting down on their bed She turned to him. "To your sister's, and you're invited, as well. Charlie and the rest are there early."
He laughed. "It's quite nice to know that I have the privilege of being invited to my old house. But what makes you think we're going? You've been sick for quite awhile, you know."
"Sam!" Stacey protested. "Nothing will happen to me there. Besides like you said, its your old house and you'll be there!" She knew he would eventually give in and he did.
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"Hi, Sam!" Kristy hugged her older brother and his wife. "Stacey, Hi, the rest are in the living room." She turned to Sam. "Sam, Charlie, Emily, David Michael and Andrew are upstairs in Charlie's old room."
"Ok, thanks Kristy." Sam smiled at her then looked at Stacey. "And you take care, ok baby?" he gave her a quick kiss on the lips and took Kristy aside. "She's been a bit sick lately. OS if she looks a bit green, call me and we're going home." He explained.
"Ok" she agreed. "Now go, we have some girls talk." Sam just laughed and walked away.
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"So, Kristy, what's up?" Mallory demanded. She was on a tight schedule as a best-selling author, after all. "Why did you call us here?"
"This." She answered grimly, showing them a long article, which made it very clear that Miss Ana Marie Pierre (AKA Mary Anne Spier) had signed a contract with Penthouse to be their latest model.
"Damn." Stacey muttered. "Who would have thought? Mary Anne?" She and Mary Anne were probably the most different members but they had really bonded during the weeks they had spent at Sea City with Mallory and her family.
Dawn spoke up then. "I know. She's changed. I don't think we can stop her. The most we can do is let her know that we're still her friends and we'll be there for her, no matter what. Right?"
"Right" Claudia echoed, thinking of how Mary Anne helped her when Mimi died. "There's really nothing more we can do."
"I think, Mary Anne is doing this because she's insecure. She must have had this for a while now and we just did not notice it." Abby put in. "Please, let's make a pack now to always speak up and be there once we notice a negative change in each other."
"You're right." Kristy murmured, thinking of how she noticed a big change in Mary Anne, weeks after she moved to New York, but had chosen to ignore it. The girls then promised to always be there for each other and for Mary Anne, as well.
Suddenly Stacey weakly spoke up "Kristy, can you call Sam, please, I don't feel quite so good." She was looking quite pale and her face and neck was shimmering with sweat and had an odd greenish tint to it. Claudia rushed over to her and demanded to know if she was fine. She just shook her head softly and tried to bear the excruciating pains that were shooting through her back and abdomen.
Kristy rushed to the foot of the stairs and called out as loudly as possibly. "SAM! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
He appeared at the foot of the stairs looking slightly worried. "What is it?"
Kristy did not feel as panicky anymore. It was, after all, just a feeling of dizziness and nausea. "Stacey isn't feeling well." She informed her older brother.
He was downstairs in a few moments. "I told her not to go, but did she listen? Oh no, she's fine..." He muttered. "Where is she? I'm bringing her home."
Kristy led him to the living room but Stacey and Claudia were gone. "Where is Stacey?" Sam asked.
"She felt like puking, so Claudia brought her to the bathroom." Dawn replied.
Sam went to the bathroom door and saw a concerned-looking Claudia standing outside. "She wont let me in." she nervously fingered the ribbons she had woven into her long dark hair.
Sam heard the sound of his miserable wife gagging into the toilet. "Stacey? May I come in?" He gently asked, aware that she might not want him to see her in her pitiful state. She had this somewhat obsessive compulsion to always look great when she was facing anyone, especially him, no matter how many times he told her he didn't mind.
He was surprised to hear a faint 'yeah, please come in.' He pushed the bathroom door open and saw her bent over the seat, her hair hanging like a curtain. "Oh Sam, I hate this."
"Your going to be fine." He encouraged her, putting a soft washcloth under a stream of cold water from the faucet. He gently sponged her still pale face, when she lurched towards the toilet and puked again. Sam started to panic, something must be really wrong with her and he insisted that she see a doctor that afternoon. To his surprise Stacey readily agreed.
A/N: That was one of my longest chapters! Remember Review!
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Stacey sighed and listlessly surfed through the TV shows that were on that day. She was bored out of her mind and Sam was still upstairs working out on the treadmill. Aside form the stifling boredom she was going through, she seemed to perennially have a pounding headache and had even been puking for days now, which was terribly disgusting as she particularly hated puking. She guessed that it was the stress of her wanting and trying to get pregnant so badly, not that she minded, and also Mary Anne and her current occupation. Sam constantly worried that it wasn't good for her diabetes if she kept on puking. But, her blood sugar and insulin remained at a steadily normal level. Suddenly the cordless phone beside her interrupted her thoughts with a dull beep. She grabbed it and lazily asked the caller to identify herself.
"Stace, do you think you could come over here? Everyone is here" Kristy requested, referring only to Dawn, Claudia, Mallory and Abby because Jessi was on tour with the NYC Ballet Company.
Stacey was relieved to finally have something to distract her from her pounding headache and boredom. "I'll let Sam know and I'll be over there."
Kristy smiled. "Oh, tell him he should come as well, because Charlie, David Michael, Emily and Andrew arrived early for their visit.
Stacey agreed and went upstairs to her bedroom to tell her husband. Sam saw her come in and smiled at her from the treadmill. "Hi Stace, How are you feeling."
"Fine." She replied "except for this headache-" Suddenly a terrible bout of nausea gripped at her stomach and she ran to the bathroom adjacent their bedroom.
Sam sighed and got off the treadmill and muttered to himself. "Here we go again." This had been happening for a week and a half now. He got a hand towel and a ponytail from the dresser. As he walked into the bathroom, the sounds of Stacey retching into the toilet echoed throughout the tiny room. He felt a stab of pity for her and handed the towel, which he had rinsed, and the ponytail to her. He sat on the edge of the tub and waited for her to finish wiping the sweat off her face. "You were saying, you were fine?" He teased her and gently rubbed her back.
She made a face at him. "I'm fine now." She stood up and rinsed her mouth with mouthwash several times. She brushed her teeth for good measure "I hate barfing!" she told Sam.
He walked over to her and tightly wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. "You'll live as long as you have mouthwash, toothpaste and a toothbrush."
"Necessities in life." She told him as she walked to their closet.
"Where do you think you're going?" he questioned her, sitting down on their bed She turned to him. "To your sister's, and you're invited, as well. Charlie and the rest are there early."
He laughed. "It's quite nice to know that I have the privilege of being invited to my old house. But what makes you think we're going? You've been sick for quite awhile, you know."
"Sam!" Stacey protested. "Nothing will happen to me there. Besides like you said, its your old house and you'll be there!" She knew he would eventually give in and he did.
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"Hi, Sam!" Kristy hugged her older brother and his wife. "Stacey, Hi, the rest are in the living room." She turned to Sam. "Sam, Charlie, Emily, David Michael and Andrew are upstairs in Charlie's old room."
"Ok, thanks Kristy." Sam smiled at her then looked at Stacey. "And you take care, ok baby?" he gave her a quick kiss on the lips and took Kristy aside. "She's been a bit sick lately. OS if she looks a bit green, call me and we're going home." He explained.
"Ok" she agreed. "Now go, we have some girls talk." Sam just laughed and walked away.
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"So, Kristy, what's up?" Mallory demanded. She was on a tight schedule as a best-selling author, after all. "Why did you call us here?"
"This." She answered grimly, showing them a long article, which made it very clear that Miss Ana Marie Pierre (AKA Mary Anne Spier) had signed a contract with Penthouse to be their latest model.
"Damn." Stacey muttered. "Who would have thought? Mary Anne?" She and Mary Anne were probably the most different members but they had really bonded during the weeks they had spent at Sea City with Mallory and her family.
Dawn spoke up then. "I know. She's changed. I don't think we can stop her. The most we can do is let her know that we're still her friends and we'll be there for her, no matter what. Right?"
"Right" Claudia echoed, thinking of how Mary Anne helped her when Mimi died. "There's really nothing more we can do."
"I think, Mary Anne is doing this because she's insecure. She must have had this for a while now and we just did not notice it." Abby put in. "Please, let's make a pack now to always speak up and be there once we notice a negative change in each other."
"You're right." Kristy murmured, thinking of how she noticed a big change in Mary Anne, weeks after she moved to New York, but had chosen to ignore it. The girls then promised to always be there for each other and for Mary Anne, as well.
Suddenly Stacey weakly spoke up "Kristy, can you call Sam, please, I don't feel quite so good." She was looking quite pale and her face and neck was shimmering with sweat and had an odd greenish tint to it. Claudia rushed over to her and demanded to know if she was fine. She just shook her head softly and tried to bear the excruciating pains that were shooting through her back and abdomen.
Kristy rushed to the foot of the stairs and called out as loudly as possibly. "SAM! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
He appeared at the foot of the stairs looking slightly worried. "What is it?"
Kristy did not feel as panicky anymore. It was, after all, just a feeling of dizziness and nausea. "Stacey isn't feeling well." She informed her older brother.
He was downstairs in a few moments. "I told her not to go, but did she listen? Oh no, she's fine..." He muttered. "Where is she? I'm bringing her home."
Kristy led him to the living room but Stacey and Claudia were gone. "Where is Stacey?" Sam asked.
"She felt like puking, so Claudia brought her to the bathroom." Dawn replied.
Sam went to the bathroom door and saw a concerned-looking Claudia standing outside. "She wont let me in." she nervously fingered the ribbons she had woven into her long dark hair.
Sam heard the sound of his miserable wife gagging into the toilet. "Stacey? May I come in?" He gently asked, aware that she might not want him to see her in her pitiful state. She had this somewhat obsessive compulsion to always look great when she was facing anyone, especially him, no matter how many times he told her he didn't mind.
He was surprised to hear a faint 'yeah, please come in.' He pushed the bathroom door open and saw her bent over the seat, her hair hanging like a curtain. "Oh Sam, I hate this."
"Your going to be fine." He encouraged her, putting a soft washcloth under a stream of cold water from the faucet. He gently sponged her still pale face, when she lurched towards the toilet and puked again. Sam started to panic, something must be really wrong with her and he insisted that she see a doctor that afternoon. To his surprise Stacey readily agreed.
A/N: That was one of my longest chapters! Remember Review!