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This chapter is what I call a 'firsts' chapter. It's part one of two that explains what happened when Evelyn found out she became pregnant. It also includes cravings and mood swings as a bonus! I hope you like! Enjoy Chapter 2!
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Expecting the UNexpected "Getting Past the Past"
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This was really it. Only four weeks left and he... or she would be here at last. It really didn't sink in until I looked at myself in the full length mirror. Only then, after noticing that I no longer can fit into it, did I see that this was really happening. Even the first day the symptoms occurred, I had no idea what I was getting myself into...
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(Seven Months Ago)
I knew something was wrong the moment I opened my eyes. I don't know how or why, but... well, I just knew. Something was not right, something was different.
There was this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. And I also had a feeling it wasn't about to get better. My hand immediately clutched my abdomen and I winced in pain. Okay, this was not happening. I looked around the room in hopes to find something to show that this was not real; that I was just dreaming and would wake up feeling fresh as a daisy as I do every morning. But I found nothing except my husband who was sleeping peacefully.
"Oh Lord!"
I nearly jumped out of bed and sprinted over to the bathroom. Luckily, I made it in time and spent the next three minutes emptying my stomach.
"Evelyn?"
I glanced over at the bathroom door for a moment and caught sight of Rick. He wore no shirt or socks; just old pajama bottoms that were -I'm sure- as old as I was. His hair was a mess; rumpled and twisted about leaving pieces to hang in his eyes. He still looked half-asleep as he leaned a hand on the doorway and his bear shoulders drooped. If I wasn't in the current state I was in now, I would have said he was outright gorgeous.
"You okay?" He raised an eyebrow and walked over to where I sat. I groaned and shivered as he wrapped his arms around me and rocked me gently.
"I-I think so..." I managed to say. My over-protective husband didn't look convinced.
"You're as white as a sheet, Evie. You need to lie down." With that he scooped me into his strong muscle built arms and carried me back over to the bed and set me down. I continued to shiver, feeling as though someone had poured ice down my back. Sensing this, Rick encased me in warm blankets and soft pillows. Feeling a little better I sighed contently.
"How about some hot tea?" Rick offered as he slipped on a shirt.
"You don't have to..." I began. "I can get it."
He said nothing to this; just smiled and kissed me on the forehead. Then he left without another sound.
I snuggled deep into the nearest pillow and closed my eyes. An all too familiar scent entered my nostrils and I breathed deeply. The pillow was Rick's, I realized. It smelled of him; a mixture of soap and sweat mostly. Though it sent a chill through my veins, my body warmed up quickly.
Rick returned a few minutes later carefully balancing the cup on the saucer. The moment I laid my hands on the cup I warmed up quickly. I sipped the warm potion and right away the sick feeling vanished. I glanced over at Rick who changed his face from worry to relief. I gave him a reassuring smile, and he returned it.
"Better?"
"Uh-huh. Much, thank you,"
"Good," he took his shirt back off and had seat next to me. I climbed into his lap and he wrapped the warm blankets over my bare shoulders. He began to casually brush my hair with his fingers and looked me over.
"Well doctor, what's your diagnosis?" I murmured laying my head on one of his exposed shoulders. I felt his muscles rise and fall in a shrug.
"Maybe something you ate?" he suggested, as his fingers made their way down my back, gracefully sliding down the silk nightgown I wore. I shuddered at his touch and felt a deep sound emerge from his throat, a chuckle.
"Mmm... maybe," I whispered casually as my fingers traced invisible circles on his back. I felt him stiffen as another sound came from his throat. This sound however was not a chuckle.
"What are you doing?" he grumbled, though he knew as well as I did what exactly I was doing. I smiled and continued working.
"I've already gotten my diagnosis," I stated nibbling on his ear. "I want my prescription." He then pulled me away from him to where we were looking in each others' eyes. His expression seemed as though he was deep in thought. I grinned up at him and his eyes lit up. Ever so slowly he leaned in and pecked me on the lips twice, then pulled away and gave me his ever- so-famous grin.
"Take two of these, and call me in the morning."
God, I loved this man.
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"You are a rotten, dirty, filthy, mangy scoundrel!" I yelled at him slamming the bedroom door. I let out a scream into the nearest pillow and sat in a huff on the bed.
A light knocking interrupted my thoughts.
"Evelyn..." Rick muttered in what sounded like an annoying tone. He knocked again a little louder. "I don't care what you call me, you're going and that's final."
"You are in no position to tell me what to do!" I countered. "I will not be bullied around by some... man!" The nerve of him; thinking he could just order me around like some silly servant. I was no one's servant; especially not Rick O'Connell's.
"Evelyn, open this damn door now!" he bellowed jiggling the knob. "You are going to see the doctor and he is going to give you a check up! You have been sick every day for the past week! That's not normal!"
"Oh? So now I'm abnormal? Is that it, Rick? Well, let me tell you something! Maybe I don't like doctors!! Maybe I-"
Oops...
There was an awkward moment of silence. I just sat there listening for any movements from the other side of the door, but I heard none. Looking down on the ground I spotted the pillow I had just screamed into. Without making a sound, I picked it up and then stared at it. Instantly I buried my head into it and wept.
After a moment or so I heard Rick swear, then a frustrated sigh. I cried harder spilling my tears over the satin pillow.
What was wrong with me? I never cry, why am I crying now?
"Evelyn..." Rick spoke with a worried tone. "Evie, honey, open the door...please." He sounded as though he was begging. I made no movements towards the door.
"She finally kicked you out eh, O'Connell?" My bother snickered making his presence known.
"Give me that." My husband murmured. I listened carefully and watched as the doorknob jiggled in an up and downward motion until I heard the click of the lock.
"Nice trick," Jonathan mumbled as Rick entered our bedroom and tossed him backed his toothpick.
My husband halted at the sight of me. I must have looked horrible because his face faltered. I glanced behind him and saw Jonathan staring at me. They both had a worried expression plastered on their faces. God, I probably looked as though I was dying.
"Everything all right, ol' Mum?" Jonathan inquired with a hint of fret in his voice.
"All's well, John." I replied. "Do me a favor? Go and start the stove, I'm in the mood for pancakes." I gave him the best fake smile I could master. He only nodded and vanished as he walked down the stairway, leaving me and Rick alone.
Oops again.
I sighed and turned my sights back to the cushion. I should've taken better care of this pillow; it had been my only friend when this whole thing started. If I were not feeling my best, a good cry in this could solve all my problems. I closed my eyes and hugged the silly thing, trying my best not to start weeping again.
Rick cleared his throat, and I watched his feet slowly walk over to the bed. I felt the mattress move as he took a seat next to me.
"Evelyn, I-"
"I was eight, and John... he was fourteen." I didn't know if he wanted to hear it or not, but I had to tell someone. Rick just happened to be the closest. Keeping my eyes tightly shut, I told him a story.
"They went on an expedition, Mum and Dad I mean; it was normal for them to be gone for weeks at a time, and I guessed it was because it was like a second home for them. They loved it, being in Egypt."
I opened my eyes but kept my gaze on the cushion. I didn't look up for I feared I may make yet another mess of myself. I didn't want that.
"The night before they left, I overheard Dad telling Jonathan that he was supposed to look after me. Then, Dad came into my room."
I paused, and waited to see if Rick wanted to say anything. When I heard no sound from him, I continued.
"He- He told me, they'd be back as soon as they could. That they just had a few things to do and then they'd come right home. I knew they would, they always did. Dad and Mum hated leaving us home, but they couldn't take us with them. So, like always, we were left with Mr. Bay, who had just finished his first year as the curator. About a week later we received a letter. Mum and Dad had been in an accident, and they were being brought to the England Hospital."
I felt a tear slide down my cheek, and immediately Rick wiped it away. I took that chance to look his way. When I saw his expression so blank, I lost it. Instantly, he was there, holding my quaking shoulders, and rubbing my back to calm my uncontrolled sobbing.
"The doctor who was there told us that there was nothing he could do. An hour later, it was official. They were gone; both of them just like that. I didn't know what to do, all I remember is running out of the hospital screaming and crying; I-I was-"
"Confused." Rick finished solemnly. I nodded and sniffled.
"I felt betrayed and eventually came to the conclusion that it was the fault of the doctors, if they had done more, then... oh I don't know, they'd still be here." I sighed and caught my breath. "I've had a fear of them ever since." I looked up and our eyes met. "Pathetic isn't?"
"No. I'm sorry..." he whispered.
"It's not your fault," I shrugged wiggling out of his grasp and glanced back down to my shaking hands. I watched as his own hand clasped mine.
"I mean for never asking."
I fell into his arms. "Something's wrong with me. I feel... different." I paused listening to his heart beat quicken. "I'm scared, Rick."
"Don't be. It's probably just the flu or a bug or something."
I nodded, but I didn't agree. If I remember correctly, the flu doesn't have symptoms that include hunger and constant crying.
I had a feeling that something was terribly wrong with me.
If only I knew.
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This chapter is what I call a 'firsts' chapter. It's part one of two that explains what happened when Evelyn found out she became pregnant. It also includes cravings and mood swings as a bonus! I hope you like! Enjoy Chapter 2!
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Expecting the UNexpected "Getting Past the Past"
~*~
This was really it. Only four weeks left and he... or she would be here at last. It really didn't sink in until I looked at myself in the full length mirror. Only then, after noticing that I no longer can fit into it, did I see that this was really happening. Even the first day the symptoms occurred, I had no idea what I was getting myself into...
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(Seven Months Ago)
I knew something was wrong the moment I opened my eyes. I don't know how or why, but... well, I just knew. Something was not right, something was different.
There was this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. And I also had a feeling it wasn't about to get better. My hand immediately clutched my abdomen and I winced in pain. Okay, this was not happening. I looked around the room in hopes to find something to show that this was not real; that I was just dreaming and would wake up feeling fresh as a daisy as I do every morning. But I found nothing except my husband who was sleeping peacefully.
"Oh Lord!"
I nearly jumped out of bed and sprinted over to the bathroom. Luckily, I made it in time and spent the next three minutes emptying my stomach.
"Evelyn?"
I glanced over at the bathroom door for a moment and caught sight of Rick. He wore no shirt or socks; just old pajama bottoms that were -I'm sure- as old as I was. His hair was a mess; rumpled and twisted about leaving pieces to hang in his eyes. He still looked half-asleep as he leaned a hand on the doorway and his bear shoulders drooped. If I wasn't in the current state I was in now, I would have said he was outright gorgeous.
"You okay?" He raised an eyebrow and walked over to where I sat. I groaned and shivered as he wrapped his arms around me and rocked me gently.
"I-I think so..." I managed to say. My over-protective husband didn't look convinced.
"You're as white as a sheet, Evie. You need to lie down." With that he scooped me into his strong muscle built arms and carried me back over to the bed and set me down. I continued to shiver, feeling as though someone had poured ice down my back. Sensing this, Rick encased me in warm blankets and soft pillows. Feeling a little better I sighed contently.
"How about some hot tea?" Rick offered as he slipped on a shirt.
"You don't have to..." I began. "I can get it."
He said nothing to this; just smiled and kissed me on the forehead. Then he left without another sound.
I snuggled deep into the nearest pillow and closed my eyes. An all too familiar scent entered my nostrils and I breathed deeply. The pillow was Rick's, I realized. It smelled of him; a mixture of soap and sweat mostly. Though it sent a chill through my veins, my body warmed up quickly.
Rick returned a few minutes later carefully balancing the cup on the saucer. The moment I laid my hands on the cup I warmed up quickly. I sipped the warm potion and right away the sick feeling vanished. I glanced over at Rick who changed his face from worry to relief. I gave him a reassuring smile, and he returned it.
"Better?"
"Uh-huh. Much, thank you,"
"Good," he took his shirt back off and had seat next to me. I climbed into his lap and he wrapped the warm blankets over my bare shoulders. He began to casually brush my hair with his fingers and looked me over.
"Well doctor, what's your diagnosis?" I murmured laying my head on one of his exposed shoulders. I felt his muscles rise and fall in a shrug.
"Maybe something you ate?" he suggested, as his fingers made their way down my back, gracefully sliding down the silk nightgown I wore. I shuddered at his touch and felt a deep sound emerge from his throat, a chuckle.
"Mmm... maybe," I whispered casually as my fingers traced invisible circles on his back. I felt him stiffen as another sound came from his throat. This sound however was not a chuckle.
"What are you doing?" he grumbled, though he knew as well as I did what exactly I was doing. I smiled and continued working.
"I've already gotten my diagnosis," I stated nibbling on his ear. "I want my prescription." He then pulled me away from him to where we were looking in each others' eyes. His expression seemed as though he was deep in thought. I grinned up at him and his eyes lit up. Ever so slowly he leaned in and pecked me on the lips twice, then pulled away and gave me his ever- so-famous grin.
"Take two of these, and call me in the morning."
God, I loved this man.
~*~
"You are a rotten, dirty, filthy, mangy scoundrel!" I yelled at him slamming the bedroom door. I let out a scream into the nearest pillow and sat in a huff on the bed.
A light knocking interrupted my thoughts.
"Evelyn..." Rick muttered in what sounded like an annoying tone. He knocked again a little louder. "I don't care what you call me, you're going and that's final."
"You are in no position to tell me what to do!" I countered. "I will not be bullied around by some... man!" The nerve of him; thinking he could just order me around like some silly servant. I was no one's servant; especially not Rick O'Connell's.
"Evelyn, open this damn door now!" he bellowed jiggling the knob. "You are going to see the doctor and he is going to give you a check up! You have been sick every day for the past week! That's not normal!"
"Oh? So now I'm abnormal? Is that it, Rick? Well, let me tell you something! Maybe I don't like doctors!! Maybe I-"
Oops...
There was an awkward moment of silence. I just sat there listening for any movements from the other side of the door, but I heard none. Looking down on the ground I spotted the pillow I had just screamed into. Without making a sound, I picked it up and then stared at it. Instantly I buried my head into it and wept.
After a moment or so I heard Rick swear, then a frustrated sigh. I cried harder spilling my tears over the satin pillow.
What was wrong with me? I never cry, why am I crying now?
"Evelyn..." Rick spoke with a worried tone. "Evie, honey, open the door...please." He sounded as though he was begging. I made no movements towards the door.
"She finally kicked you out eh, O'Connell?" My bother snickered making his presence known.
"Give me that." My husband murmured. I listened carefully and watched as the doorknob jiggled in an up and downward motion until I heard the click of the lock.
"Nice trick," Jonathan mumbled as Rick entered our bedroom and tossed him backed his toothpick.
My husband halted at the sight of me. I must have looked horrible because his face faltered. I glanced behind him and saw Jonathan staring at me. They both had a worried expression plastered on their faces. God, I probably looked as though I was dying.
"Everything all right, ol' Mum?" Jonathan inquired with a hint of fret in his voice.
"All's well, John." I replied. "Do me a favor? Go and start the stove, I'm in the mood for pancakes." I gave him the best fake smile I could master. He only nodded and vanished as he walked down the stairway, leaving me and Rick alone.
Oops again.
I sighed and turned my sights back to the cushion. I should've taken better care of this pillow; it had been my only friend when this whole thing started. If I were not feeling my best, a good cry in this could solve all my problems. I closed my eyes and hugged the silly thing, trying my best not to start weeping again.
Rick cleared his throat, and I watched his feet slowly walk over to the bed. I felt the mattress move as he took a seat next to me.
"Evelyn, I-"
"I was eight, and John... he was fourteen." I didn't know if he wanted to hear it or not, but I had to tell someone. Rick just happened to be the closest. Keeping my eyes tightly shut, I told him a story.
"They went on an expedition, Mum and Dad I mean; it was normal for them to be gone for weeks at a time, and I guessed it was because it was like a second home for them. They loved it, being in Egypt."
I opened my eyes but kept my gaze on the cushion. I didn't look up for I feared I may make yet another mess of myself. I didn't want that.
"The night before they left, I overheard Dad telling Jonathan that he was supposed to look after me. Then, Dad came into my room."
I paused, and waited to see if Rick wanted to say anything. When I heard no sound from him, I continued.
"He- He told me, they'd be back as soon as they could. That they just had a few things to do and then they'd come right home. I knew they would, they always did. Dad and Mum hated leaving us home, but they couldn't take us with them. So, like always, we were left with Mr. Bay, who had just finished his first year as the curator. About a week later we received a letter. Mum and Dad had been in an accident, and they were being brought to the England Hospital."
I felt a tear slide down my cheek, and immediately Rick wiped it away. I took that chance to look his way. When I saw his expression so blank, I lost it. Instantly, he was there, holding my quaking shoulders, and rubbing my back to calm my uncontrolled sobbing.
"The doctor who was there told us that there was nothing he could do. An hour later, it was official. They were gone; both of them just like that. I didn't know what to do, all I remember is running out of the hospital screaming and crying; I-I was-"
"Confused." Rick finished solemnly. I nodded and sniffled.
"I felt betrayed and eventually came to the conclusion that it was the fault of the doctors, if they had done more, then... oh I don't know, they'd still be here." I sighed and caught my breath. "I've had a fear of them ever since." I looked up and our eyes met. "Pathetic isn't?"
"No. I'm sorry..." he whispered.
"It's not your fault," I shrugged wiggling out of his grasp and glanced back down to my shaking hands. I watched as his own hand clasped mine.
"I mean for never asking."
I fell into his arms. "Something's wrong with me. I feel... different." I paused listening to his heart beat quicken. "I'm scared, Rick."
"Don't be. It's probably just the flu or a bug or something."
I nodded, but I didn't agree. If I remember correctly, the flu doesn't have symptoms that include hunger and constant crying.
I had a feeling that something was terribly wrong with me.
If only I knew.
~*~