Chapter 24

Sara pulled into the driveway as she got out of the car she got sick again. Gil quickly went to her and helped her into the house.

"I've called Dr. Dean," Gil said, "The nurse said he will see you tomorrow."

Sara offered no resistance, she felt terrible and just wanted to go to bed. Gil helped her into her pajamas then went and got her some Tylenol and juice.

Amelia had followed then into there room, "Mommy."

Gil picked her up, "Mommy is sick. Give her a kiss in the cheek and go to your room and play with Bagel."

Amelia kissed Sara's cheek, "Sorry."

Gil sat her on the floor and she took off to her room.

"Maybe you should call Betty and see if she will keep Amelia until I get on some antibiotics," Sara said, "I don't want her to get sick too."

Gil agreed. He sent a text to his mother, of course she said she would.

"I'll run Ladybug to Mom's and be right back," Gil said, "You want me to stop at the store while I'm out?"

"Some lemon and honey for my throat, some more juice and a home pregnancy test," Sara said.

Gil looked at her, "Are you?"

"I'm not sure," she said, "I'm late but it maybe just this cold. Better I take one before I see Dr. Dean tomorrow."

Gil went into Amelia's room, "You are going to spend the night with Nana."

"And Mickey?" Amelia asked.

"And Mickey," Gil said, "Let's pack an overnight bag so we can go."

Amelia helped Gil put some pajama's and a change of clothing in a small overnight case. She grabbed her toothbrush (after all she did have eight teeth on top and eight on the bottom) and her favorite teddy bear.

"Can I bring Bagel?" Amelia asked.

Gil laughed, "No. Bagel and Mickey will fight."

At her condo Gil once more thanked Betty.

"There's no need to," Betty signed, "I can't have my granddaughter getting sick." Then she handed Gil some homemade soup, "I keep some on hand just in case. I hope Sara is feeling better soon."

Gil kissed Amelia and then his mother, made his stop at the store and headed home.

Sara was asleep. Gil decided to get back to his research while she slept. Sara slept for over an hour. When she woke up she put on her robe and went to find Gil.

"Hey," she said, standing in the doorway of their shared office.

"Hey," he said, "Fell like trying to eat?"

"Nothing to heavy," Sara said, "I hate getting sick."

"Mom sent over some of her soup," Gil said, "I'll warm it."

"Did you pick up the test?" Sara asked.

Gil handed it to her and chuckled, "You should have seen the look an the girls face when she rang it up."

Sara kissed his cheek, "Gotta go so I may as well take this with me."

Gil headed for the kitchen and Sara for the bathroom. A part of him wanted her to be but a part of him didn't. He was not sure if her being sick would harm the baby. He decided to do some research when he was done. Gil had the soup warmed, made some hot tea with honey and lemon in it and had some fresh fruit sitting on the table when Sara came into the kitchen, test in hand.

"I guess I need to tell Neil that I failed my test," Sara said, showing Gil the + sign on her test.

Gil pulled her to him, "Everything will be ok."

"I know," Sara said, "I'll tell Neil tomorrow when I see him and I'll call my OBGYN too."

"Try to eat," Gil said, pulling out her chair.

Sara looked at him, "Are you upset? I mean the baby?'

Gil pulled her close to him, "I'm thrilled. I'm just a little concerned."

Sara kissed him, "It will be ok."

Sara sat and took a bite of the soup, "MMM. It's good."

"How do you feel about the baby?" he asked.

Sara smiled, "Couldn't be happier. Now I can have my son."

Gil shook his head, "If you think so."

"I know so," she said, smiling, "Remember I told him to only shoot Y's and unlike my husband HE listens to me."

Gil laughed, "If HE listens so well how come you didn't get your son the first time."

Sara touched his hand, "Because I know how much you wanted a daughter."

"You know I get to pick the name this time," Sara said.

Gil just smiled, they had decided that he could name the baby if it was a girl and she if it was a boy.

"Same set of rules," he said smiling.

Sara laughed, "OK."

- The rule was that Gil could not use the name SARA and she could not use GILBERT. -

"Don't worry," Sara said, "I already have an idea."

"Care to fill me in?" he asked.

"No," Sara said.

Sara pushed away the soup, "My stomach is starting to get queasy again, I think I'll go lay down."

Gil helped her up and walked with her to their room. After seeing to it she was tucked in he started to leave.

"Hold me," Sara said, lifting the sheet.

Gil kicked off his shoes and crawled in next to her, wrapped her in his arms, and held her until she fell asleep.

After Sara's breathing became soft and steady Gil eased himself out of bed and went to his computer. He found his favorite search engine and typed in his question. Gil found several places to go to and was delighted to find out that - with proper medical care - everything would be alright. That eased his mind, he knew that between their family doctor and Sara's OBGYN they would know what to do to keep both Sara and the baby safe.

Gil leaned back in his chair. A son - his son. The more he thought about it the more he liked the idea, but then another little lady would be nice too. No, he thought, this one HAS to be a boy - Sara wants one.

Gil stood, stretched and went to the kitchen to clean things up. When he was finished he went to the living room to catch up on his reading.

Gil had not realized he had dozed off until the sound of Sara's voice calling him woke him. Gil went to their room, he found the bed empty. Just as he was about to call for Sara he heard her in the bathroom, getting sick again. Gil walked in, knelt next to her.

How he hated this part of the pregnancy, he never knew exactly what to say or to do. Tenderly he moved her hair from her face, when she was finished he helped her up.

Sara rinsed her mouth and Gil helped her back to the bed. Gil then got a washcloth, wet it with cool water and handed it to her. Sitting next to her he put his arm around her and she rest her head on him.

"I just wish there was something I could do to help," he told her.

Sara looked at him and with a weak smile said, "You're here for me, that's all that matters."

The next morning they sat in the exam room. Dr. Neil Dean, their family doctor for the last few years, came in.

"I would ask what one of you I have to see but it is more then obvious," he said, with a slight chuckle in his voice, "Sara you look like hell."

"Thanks doc," Sara said, managing to smile.

"Just by looking I would say you caught that nasty stomach virus that has been running around," Neil said.

"I'm not sure if it is that or something else," Sara said, "I took a home pregnancy test yesterday and it was positive."

"I see," Neil said, "Then lets run some tests and see that is going on."

Half an hour later Gil and Sara were sitting in the doctors office.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news," he said to them.

Sara looked at him, "What?"

"You are pregnant," he said, "And you do have the flu."

"Will it hurt the baby?" was Sara's first concern.

"No," he said, "It may just take a little longer for you to get over it because I can't give you as strong of an antibiotic as I would like to,"

"What about Amelia?" Sara asked, "Right now she is at Gil's mothers place, will she get it too?"

"I think she will be all right as long as you are careful," Neil told her.

While they were talking Gil's phone rang, he answered it and then sent a text in return.

"To late," he said, looking at Sara, "That was Mom. Amelia got sick and is running a slight temp, I told her to bring Amelia right over here."

"My poor baby," Sara said, "I think I may have made her sick."

"Possibly," Neil said, "But don't take all the blame. If I had to guess I would say that better then half my patients have some degree of this flu." Then he stood, "When she gets her let Mary know and I'll see her."

Gil thanked him, they were sitting in the waiting room when Betty came in. Amelia held her arms out to her father, "Daddy." Gil took her and told Mary that Neil said he would see her. Mary said she would take care of it.

"How are you," Betty asked Sara.

"I have a touch of the flu," Sara said. She looked at Gil, he nodded, "That and I'm pregnant,"

Betty smiled and hugged Sara.

"Will everything be all right?" she asked.

Gil assured her it would be at just about the sometime Mary called them back to see the doctor.

After checking her over Neil looked at Amelia and said, "You, young lady, have the flu, just like your Mommy."

"Mia and Mommy sick," Amelia said, looking at her father.

Gil picked her up, "Don't worry. Daddy will take care of you both."