Chapter Five
We were now into the second week of Darcy being in the crèche, we would be putting her into kindergarten next September, when she would then be four. I was in English when the school secretary came into the classroom, "Sorry to interrupt sir," she said to our teacher. "But Rachel is needed in the crèche, Darcy's not feeling to good, or something,"
"God you get out of class all the time," said my teacher.
"Sir you know she doesn't," said the secretary, "She never skips class,"
I got up and followed the secretary out of the room, "Okay you know where the crèche is right," she said.
"Of course," I said. "I'll come and sing out if I have to," I said. I made my way to the crèche and saw Darcy looking a little pale, and very sorry for herself. "Hi Rachel," said Sarah, yes Sarah who'd previously ran Darcy's day care had now come here, which I was grateful for.
"What's wrong with her," I said.
"We were having sweet time and well she had a few extra," said Sarah smiling slightly.
"Oh dear," I said. "I'll take her home, if I'm allowed to that is,"
"Darcy," I said.
"Hello mommy," she said sadly. "I've got a belly ache,"
"I know sweetheart," I said, I couldn't be angry at her when she was like this. "Do you want to go home," She nodded, I picked her up and said a quick goodbye to Sarah. I walked slowly out of the crèche and back up the hallway I texted Noah to meet me in the hallway, I was halfway there when I just knew what was going to happen next. I grabbed the nearest trashcan and sat down, just as Darcy threw up into it. She started crying, she hated being sick. I rubbed her back and whispered soothing words to her.
"Hey babe," said Noah, he looked at Darcy and frowned, he'd brought a wet paper towel and began gently wiping away at the sweat on her forhead. She was done for now, and was now crying.
"I'm never eating sweets again," she sobbed. Noah pulled her into a hug, as I got rid of the trash can.
"Oh Darcy it's okay," he said. "Come on let's get you home,"
"Okay daddy," she said. "Sorry mommy,"
"I'm not angry sweetie," I said. "Me and daddy did it once,"
"Really," she said.
"Rachel, Noah, what are you doing out of class," said a voice.
"Oh Annette," I said, "My daughter is sick, I'm taking her home,"
"Why is Noah with you," she said.
"She's my daughter too," said Noah. "Now get out of our way," I followed him and we knocked on Principle Figgins door.
"Hello Rachel," he said. "I heard that Darcy is sick,"
"Yes, she's just threw up in a trashcan," I said. "She should be fine, but I don't think she should stay at school today,"
"I wouldn't recommend it, you and Noah take her home and let her rest," he said.
"We should be back tomorrow, I don't think it's a bug," I said. "She ate too many sweets,"
We spent the rest of the afternoon watching Disney films, it actually allowed us to return to our youth, we watched, Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, and then the Jungle Book as Darcy hadn't seen that. Noah caused us both to chuckle as he tried to be like the Monkeys. Darcy didn't throw up again, but I only gave her a light meal at tea time, she went to bed not long after she was very tired.
"I know we should have told her off, but I just couldn't," I said to Noah.
"I know, she's got us wrapped around our little finger, just think when we have two kids," he said. "We'll really have to be on guard," I laughed, it was then that I felt movement in my stomach. My hand went to it and I smiled, the baby was moving. Noah looked alarmed, but I took his hand and placed it next to mine, he smiled a huge smile. "I can't wait to meet you," he said to my stomach.
"And neither can I," I said. I kissed Noah softly and then we made our way upstairs to bed, the next scan was only a few weeks away now, I couldn't wait.