Jaye woke with a sudden start and rushed to the bathroom, hoping she didn't wake her husband. She started the faucet running before vomiting in the toilet. She cleaned herself up and brushed her teeth immediately feeling better. She walked back to the bedroom she was sharing with her husband, intent on making up for what they didn't do the night before, because he had been worried about the flu, having a comeback.
Flint rolled on his other side with a snore. His face looked exhausted, from the many busy months that both he and Jaye had to endure.
She climbed into bed with him and began the process of erotically waking him up.
"That tickles." He mumbled, barely opening his eyes. "Allie, can you please stop eating my nose? I need it in order to breathe." he laughed feeling her swat on his chest. "Feeling better?"
"Yeah. Sorry about last night. I know you wanted to play around." She snuggled up against him. "We still have time before breakfast."
His fingers stroked her hair. "Hmm, yes we do," he said seductively, bending down to kiss her lips.
They kissed, touched and petted for a short while, when all of a sudden, Jaye frantically pushed him away. She almost tripped getting out of the bed and rushing out to the bathroom. She barely made it into the bathroom before she threw up in the toilet. She even left the door open this time, forgetting to close it in her haste.
Flint rushed in after her. "Allie? Are you feeling alright?" He glanced at her pale face. "That's it! Back in bed! I'll have Mom call Dr. McCoy!"
"Stay with me," she pouted at him, returning slowly to the room and slipping back under the warm covers.
He smiled. "I will. Let me just wake up Nancy, and she can call in the Doctor." He sat on the bed and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Then I'll be back. Promise."
She nodded.
Flint stood up, walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him. He then knocked on his old room. His sister had moved into the evil plastic room, as she had given her old room to baby Molly.
A groggy Nancy opened the door, her long brown hair in a state of disaster. "What's wrong?" she asked with a yawn. "Is Pumpkin having her colt?"
"Allie's sick, can you call Henry?"
His sister's eyes widened, "Right away. I'll make her some tea too."
He nodded and walked back into the room, "Allie, Nancy went to call the Doctor and she is making you some tea."
"Dash, I don't think I can even drink water right now," she replied, as she curled up into a ball.
"Alright." He began to rub her back, letting her rest as she closed her eyes.
When Jaye opened them again, Nancy was in the room with them. When offered the tea she shook her head.
"It's chamomile tea, made from fresh flowers from the fields. It helps your stomach, trust me. And you have to drink it hot." Nancy sat on the bed, with the mug.
Just the smell turned her stomach. She fought to get out of the bed.
"Oh boy," both Nancy and Flint said, watching Allie run back towards the bathroom, slamming the door.
Flint rushed after his unwell wife. "Everything alright in there?" he called through the closed door. He could hear her vomiting violently into the toilet.
Suddenly, the phone rang in the hallway. He watched Nancy dart out of the guest room and run pass him, to answer it.
"Hello, Henry." Nancy smiled, then quickly her smiled faded, "What! Oh no! That's terrible!"
Flint mouthed to her, "What?" and she mouthed back, "Snow deep."
Then Nancy once again spoke to the doctor on the line, "Yes, she is still sick." Her head nodded. "I'll come fast." And with that, she placed the receiver back on the phone, frowning.
"What's the matter?" He asked, now getting more concerned.
"The snow is too deep for Henry's car. I'll take the team and the sleigh. No other choice, Dash." She ran quickly to her room and wore a heavy sweater over her flannels and a coat. "I'll be back fast." She called, going down the stairs, two by two.
About five minutes later, Jaye opened the door. She looked white as a ghost. Her hair messier then usual, and her eyes tired and expressionless.
"Allie..." Flint's voice trailed, seeing her in this state. He put his arms around her, and held her tightly, gently soothing her. "Come on, back to bed. We should had brought Doc with us on this vacation."
They heard a door open and watched Jean Faireborn emerge from her bedroom. "Dash? What's wrong?"
"Allie is not feeling well, Mom." Flint explained, holding his sick wife.
"Did you call Henry?" Jean asked, walking over to them, then her eyes widened from Jaye's white features. "Dear, let's get you back to bed first."
"Nancy went to get Henry. The snow is too deep," Flint answered his mother. They all walked back into the room and slowly put Jaye back in bed.
"Feeling better?" Jean asked her daughter-in-law, covering her with all six heavy blankets.
"Yes, just really tired." Jaye answered to her mother-in-law with a weak smile. "I'll be fine. You don't need to bring the doctor."
Flint frowned. "Allie, I know you hate Doctors, but you have to see one. And if I have to tie you on the bed, so let it be."
Jaye said nothing but was feeling a little better with Jean stroking her head lovingly and she fell asleep. When she woke up, the doctor had arrived.
Dr. Henry McCoy looked down at Jaye. The old man resembled something like Einstein but also had some Herman Munster features. Jaye gulped at the sight of this enormous man and silently prayed that she would not become an experiment. He shoved all the Faireborns out of the room, and closed the door shut.
"Hello there, young lady." Dr. McCoy said, in a high squeaky voice that made her spine shiver. He turned around and took out from his pocket, a pair of very thick, large brown glasses, "Now, tell me what is wrong?"
"Are you going to dissect me?" she asked, her voice slightly quivering, afraid what the creepy looking doctor may do to her.
He gave her a alightly amused crooked grin. "Well, if you die during my visit, then yes. I'll dissect you and add you to my collection of ever growing body parts."
Jaye's eyes widened slightly, then she grinned back at him liking his twisted sense of humor. "Alright. I'm vomiting a lot, it's been going on for about a week. Tired all the time, no energy. My best friend had the flu recently. That's probably what I have."
"Let's see, young lady." Dr. McCoy smiled, taking out his stethoscope. For the next half hour, the doctor examined his patient.
Downstairs, Flint paced back and forth in front of the fireplace. His features filled with concern. "What's keeping him so long?" he asked impatiently.
Nancy and Brenna stared at him, while he continue to pace back and forth, at a faster rate, almost wearing out the carpet from under his feet. The doctor finally walked down the stairs, and chuckled at the sight before him.
Flint looked up, stopping in mid step. "Henry? Is she alright?" He asked, his brown eyes worried.
"She'll be just fine, Dashiell. She will need to take it easy today, and let the medicine I gave her for nausea set in, and eat mostly bland foods for today. By tomorrow, she should be doing better." The doctor patted Flint's shoulder. "A very fine woman you have there, son."
"Thank you sir. Thank you very much, sir." Flint smiled at the old family doctor.
Nancy stood up from the couch, walking over to the physician. "Henry, come in the kitchen. Mom has made some of her famous pancakes."
"You can go on upstairs, Dash." Dr.McCoy said and then followed Nancy and Brenna in the kitchen.
Up in the guestroom, Jaye lay on her side in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin, and her eyes closed.
"Allie?" Flint's head popped in the room, seeing her sleeping form.
She opened her eyes when she heard her name, slightly lifting her head off the pillow and looking at him.
He came in and walked to the bed, sitting on it gently, not to make her feel nauseated. "How you feeling?" he asked concerned. He gently touched her cheek and forehead, making sure she wasn't starting a fever on top of all this.
"With my fingers," Jaye said, with a slight grin.
He rolled his eyes. "That joke again, Allie?" Then a sparkle came in his eyes. "Don't make me send Nancy in here with the tea."
"Oh God, no." Jaye said and covered her head with her hands, shaking it slowly.
He chuckled. "You know I wouldn't do that to you." he said, pulling her hands away from her head. "I'll let you sleep, rest for now. I'll check on you later." He kissed her forehead.
"You're leaving me?" she asked with a pout, her lower lip trembling, and her eyes turning into sorrowful.
"Not forever. Unless you want me to leave forever.. then I'll just have to go to that island, with all those girls... all by myself… doing absolutely nothing..." Flint said dramatically.
"Oh, you would love that, wouldn't you?" Jaye teased and threw one of her throw pillows at him. "Go on. You're mom probably has breakfast waiting for you, and no I don't want anything right now."
"Oh yes, she has enough food to feed the entire base and then some!" Flint smirked. "I'll bring you something later, when your stomach stops doing flips. Alright?"
Jaye nodded. "Alright. Maybe later we can go for that ride on the horses you promised."
His eyes widened. "Allie! I'm not taking you out in this weather, with that cold of yours! You may get worse or catch pneumonia!" Now sounding like his mother.
"Dash, trust me. I'll be fine." Jaye said, giving him the look.
"Oh oh! Not that look! I'd rather deal with Nancy's evil plastic things then that!!!" He stood up, and shook his head from her continuous glare. He quickly retreated out of the room, before she threw anything at him.
As soon as the door shut and she heard his footsteps head down the hall, she picked up her cell phone from the nightstand and dialed the international number to her Aunt Brody's and listened to it ring, waiting.
"Aunt Brody's Bootcamp for Lads to become Lassies, this is yer headmistress Sugarboobs Brody. How can Ah help ya?"
Jaye immediately started laughing. "Aunt Brody!!!!"
Aunt Brody shrieked in delight. "Alison! How are ye, Lass?" Then she heard some mumbling in the background, "Sway yer hip to the right then left William, when ye're walking!" Then his voice came back on, "Sorry Lass, some of the lads are having issues this week."
"I see," Jaye said. "I'll just call you back later."
"No, no! Lass," Aunt Brody spoke quickly before Jaye could hang up, "Let me get rid of them... one moment, Lass." Then she again heard Aunt Brody yell, "Free smoothies in the kitchen!" Some thumping sounds and a door slam informed her that he had kicked the 'Lassies' out. "Alright Lass, yer Aunt Brody got ears now."
"I wanted to give you some special news," Jaye said, whispered in the phone, so Flint and his family wouldn't overhear.
"What is it, Lass?" he asked concerned, "Are ye alright? Did that smelly lad give ye some more injuries? No worries! Ah'll take care of him! He could use of my lessons!"
"You got a paper and pen?" Jaye asked, and when she was given an affirmative answer, she listed off booties, bonnets, hats, but when she got to baby gowns, she had to plug her ears.
"LASSIE!!! Ye with a wee one!!!" Aunt Brody screamed in her ear.
"Shhh..." Jaye said, into the phone. "I don't want anyone else to know yet. You are the first I've told."
"Ya mean, ye haven't told Dashie!" his voice whispered. "Lass, ye have to tell him, he'll notice something is different in ye after a few months."
"I'll see you the day after tomorrow. Now remember don't give Daddy that gift until you are halfway here." Jaye instructed to Aunt Brody.
"Aye, Lass. Will do." Aunt Brody said, as the gave each other a goodbye and hung up the phone.
Jaye dialed Scarlett's number next.
The phone rang but no one answered but the machine. Jaye knew the redhead was ill with the flu. She hoped she wasn't worse than several days ago.
"Hi, Shana. Hope you're feeling better. Give me a call on my cell phone later. Bye," Jaye said, then hung up the phone and laid back down in the bed.