It wasn't food poisoning.
Nor was it the Norwalk virus.
She had fallen ill while they honeymooned in Greece. And the worst of it all, John tried his best to make her feel better but failed at all attempts. Food felt off for her, smells made her gag and honestly when he'd talk about his squid she felt worse by the end of the trip.
So much for romance.
They drove a few minutes only she covered her mouth, "Oh, John pull over."
He tried his best to hold her hair back but, with her clammy hands, she pushed him away.
"Whatever you have—"
"John not now." She said through gasps of air.
Frustrated he paced, he hated the smell the sound, hell he hated the idea that someone saw them on the side of the road while she lost her breakfast.
"Whatever I have you'll never catch." she mused.
"Look I can take you to A&E –"
Her laughter interrupted him, "God what?"
"Nothing but nine months can't cure."
What can happen in nine months was beyond him anything could happen, his dad died from cancer, he hoped it wasn't that, so he ruled it out.
She smirked at his shock that took his face by surprise.
"At least 8 or so weeks late or so." She didn't need to elaborate.
"Late?"
"I suspect so."
"That would mean-"
"I'm pregnant, John."
He wanted this; they talked about it. It would have been a matter of time but wasn't this rather quick?
He didn't want to alarm her but married for two weeks; maybe it was too soon?
"John you're living up to your name."
"My name?" He sat down now in the driver's seat.
"John Reckless Redmond."
He chuckled. "Mmm"
They have been reckless, maybe perhaps deliberately so.
He reached over, like the day she had her panic attack in the car wash fingers Intertwined, "Still we need it confirmed."
"I'm scared, John." She smiled at him.
"You have no idea."
"I'm glad."
"Are you ok now?" he pulled away and started the engine. "You can call in a sickie?"
"I wish I could but used up all me sick days." She winked at him.
A change he was willing to have, he was after all ready for anything with Kayleigh.
