A Fuzzy Kind of Love.
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Part one – Proposal sickness.
Abby opened her eyes. The morning sunlight was glimmering through the bedroom window, making it hard to stay focused, but the object Abby was desperate to see was easy on the eye. John Carter. Hmmmmm. The wait had been worth it Abby had decided. After a long friendship, with many trials and tribulations along the way, they had finally got it together and last night they had consummated the relationship. John had taken her out for a lovely meal at a very extravagant and expensive restaurant. It had been the most wonderful evening. It was the kind of night where everything had gone perfectly. The food had been exquisite, the conversation had flowed freely, without the consumption of alcohol seeing as Abby was a recovering alcoholic, and the evening had ended with John asking Abby two very important questions. The first was of course the proposal, where Abby, to her embarrassment, had been serenaded by a musician whilst John went down on one knee. The other was an invitation to live at the Carter mansion. Abby had been shocked but ecstatic by this. Of course the answer to both were was yes and they had celebrated by getting all romantic in the bedroom department. Carter stirred in his slumber. Not that he was entirely asleep as he could feel Abby's eyes boring into him from behind. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it was rude to stare?" He groggily asked Abby. "Well no. What an important lesson I missed out on in life! Instead, I had the dysfunctional family, the arse of an ex-husband, and an abusive neighbour!" Of course Abby meant this in jest and she did her trademark eye roll as she said it. "Abby Lockhart! Be quiet!" Carter replied as he rolled over to see the face of his fiancée. Wow, she was beautiful he thought. Even though she had just woken up, her hair was all dishevelled, but the beauty radiated off her, like the sunlight bouncing off the ground on a summers day. "What are you making me for breakfast then wifey!" Carter joked. "Hey, I'm not your wife yet Carter and I've got plenty of time to change my mind! I actually don't feel that good this morning, do you mind making it?" "Excuses, excuses!" Carter smirked as he got out of bed and headed towards the kitchen. He had been in the kitchen for a few minutes when he heard a loud bang from the bathroom. "Abs, honey are you ok?" Carter shouted. "You haven't fallen down the toilet have you?!" There was no reply. Carter wandered through the bedroom and opened the bathroom door. Abby was half collapsed on the floor and was leaning over the toilet bowl. "Hey, Abby, I thought you were joking when you said you didn't feel very well, whats the matter?" Carter was concerned now. "Well, I felt sick all last night and I've got stomach cramps. I was lying in bed and just suddenly felt the need to be sick. I tripped over the bin on the way in and banged my knee on the bath" "Ah honey, come on , lets go and sit in bed" He carried Abby to the bedroom and lay her on the bed. He felt her forehead. "God Abby! You're burning up, you're really hot!" He shouted. "I think it's the food from last night. I'll be fine after a sleep" Abby closed her eyes and went to sleep. Carter laid a cold flannel on her forehead and sat there watching her sleep for ages. A few hours later Abby woke up. "Hey honey, how are you feeling? You're still really hot" Carter asked. "I feel awful" Abby admitted. "I'm gonna phone the restaurant later. You need to drink something". He handed her a cup of water. Abby sipped eagerly but soon vomited it back up. She lay back in pain as once again cramps took over her body. This carried on for a few more hours. Carter started to worry when Abby began to become extremely lethargic and decided to take her to county.
Hope you all enjoyed – only one thing left to do – hit that button!!
Disclaimer – Own nothing, never will.
Part one – Proposal sickness.
Abby opened her eyes. The morning sunlight was glimmering through the bedroom window, making it hard to stay focused, but the object Abby was desperate to see was easy on the eye. John Carter. Hmmmmm. The wait had been worth it Abby had decided. After a long friendship, with many trials and tribulations along the way, they had finally got it together and last night they had consummated the relationship. John had taken her out for a lovely meal at a very extravagant and expensive restaurant. It had been the most wonderful evening. It was the kind of night where everything had gone perfectly. The food had been exquisite, the conversation had flowed freely, without the consumption of alcohol seeing as Abby was a recovering alcoholic, and the evening had ended with John asking Abby two very important questions. The first was of course the proposal, where Abby, to her embarrassment, had been serenaded by a musician whilst John went down on one knee. The other was an invitation to live at the Carter mansion. Abby had been shocked but ecstatic by this. Of course the answer to both were was yes and they had celebrated by getting all romantic in the bedroom department. Carter stirred in his slumber. Not that he was entirely asleep as he could feel Abby's eyes boring into him from behind. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it was rude to stare?" He groggily asked Abby. "Well no. What an important lesson I missed out on in life! Instead, I had the dysfunctional family, the arse of an ex-husband, and an abusive neighbour!" Of course Abby meant this in jest and she did her trademark eye roll as she said it. "Abby Lockhart! Be quiet!" Carter replied as he rolled over to see the face of his fiancée. Wow, she was beautiful he thought. Even though she had just woken up, her hair was all dishevelled, but the beauty radiated off her, like the sunlight bouncing off the ground on a summers day. "What are you making me for breakfast then wifey!" Carter joked. "Hey, I'm not your wife yet Carter and I've got plenty of time to change my mind! I actually don't feel that good this morning, do you mind making it?" "Excuses, excuses!" Carter smirked as he got out of bed and headed towards the kitchen. He had been in the kitchen for a few minutes when he heard a loud bang from the bathroom. "Abs, honey are you ok?" Carter shouted. "You haven't fallen down the toilet have you?!" There was no reply. Carter wandered through the bedroom and opened the bathroom door. Abby was half collapsed on the floor and was leaning over the toilet bowl. "Hey, Abby, I thought you were joking when you said you didn't feel very well, whats the matter?" Carter was concerned now. "Well, I felt sick all last night and I've got stomach cramps. I was lying in bed and just suddenly felt the need to be sick. I tripped over the bin on the way in and banged my knee on the bath" "Ah honey, come on , lets go and sit in bed" He carried Abby to the bedroom and lay her on the bed. He felt her forehead. "God Abby! You're burning up, you're really hot!" He shouted. "I think it's the food from last night. I'll be fine after a sleep" Abby closed her eyes and went to sleep. Carter laid a cold flannel on her forehead and sat there watching her sleep for ages. A few hours later Abby woke up. "Hey honey, how are you feeling? You're still really hot" Carter asked. "I feel awful" Abby admitted. "I'm gonna phone the restaurant later. You need to drink something". He handed her a cup of water. Abby sipped eagerly but soon vomited it back up. She lay back in pain as once again cramps took over her body. This carried on for a few more hours. Carter started to worry when Abby began to become extremely lethargic and decided to take her to county.
Hope you all enjoyed – only one thing left to do – hit that button!!
