Chapter 4
"I really don't feel good, handsome," she whispered, she was leaning over the toilet. He was standing behind her, holding her hair back. Even though the smell of her vomit was unbearable he didn't seem to mind all that much.
"I know sweetheart, but I'm right here," he said, gently stroking her back.
"I don't know how much longer I can take this, the morning sickness should have been over now," she whispered as she was nearing the end of her first trimester.
Mac didn't answer to that as he assumed it was different from woman to woman. She sighed as she looked up at him with tired eyes saying, "Can you please help me back in bed?"
Mac carefully helped her up and back into their bedroom. He made sure to tuck her in properly and leave a bucket by the side of the bed in case she had to throw up again. Then he settled next to her and let her crawl close to him.
His hand was now resting against the little bump on her belly that was by now starting to show. Still no one had seemed to notice quite yet. Lindsay had of course wondered what Stella was doing back at first as Mac and she had figured it was for the better that she transferred back, so that he could be there for her and keep an eye on things. In the start she had spent most of her time at home as she had been fairy ill, bust slowly she had returned to work where he had made sure she went home during their lunch break so she could get enough rest.
There were however days when she had been too sick to come in, today were one of those, so he had taken the morning off to be with her. After all it was his baby too and as he loved her, he felt the need to be with her.
Her head was resting against his chest and her eyes were closed, she was peacefully resting, still nauseous, but better. She liked this, being this close to him, the father of her child and the man she loved and respected in every way. She was glad she agreed to come back with him and moved in with him, even if it at the time had been too soon. She loved what they now had, even if it wasn't always rose red, it was still mostly that.
"Mac," she whispered, breaking the comfortable silence that was surrounding them.
"Yes," he answered her, gazing at her with loving eyes.
"I love you," she whispered, before she again closed her yes.
"I love you too, my star," he whispered, kissing her forehead in a very loving way, watching over her as she slept. He could afford to be late today.
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