Month 3: October 19

Saturdays were sacred in our house. I spent the other six days of the week longing for it. The glorious mornings of sleeping in, feasting on waffles with maple syrup, and lounging in pajamas until noon… It was perfection. Well, usually.

Cammie had a tendency to curl against my side when she slept, so that's exactly where I expected her to be when I awoke. But she wasn't.

I stretched out my arms and habitually reached for her waist, but my hands enclosed nothing but air. My groggy brain registered that something was out-of-ordinary. It took a lot of willpower to force my eyes open, yet I succeeded and found any empty bed.

"Cammie?" I called rather lazily. My voice was barely discernible in the mornings, so I wasn't surprised when there was no reply.

I attempted to soak up all the cozy warmth of our comforter before sliding from beneath the covers onto the carpeted flooring. I could hear something of a commotion coming from the bathroom. She must have gotten an early start today.

When I pushed open the door, all the remaining drowsiness in my body fleeted. Commotion had been a total understatement.

Cammie's thin frame was hunched over the toilet, retching like there was no tomorrow.

"Gallagher Girl!" I quickly kneeled next to her, one hand securing her hair safely away from her face while the other stroked her back in what I hoped was a soothing motion.

I wanted to ask her questions like Why in the world did you not wake me? or How am I supposed to help you if you don't even tell me? But she her mouth was still occupied. I settled for murmuring to her instead.

"Everything's okay Cam. This must be the morning sickness everyone talks about." She groaned. "You're gonna be alright though. It can't last too long. Soon you'll be fine, back to your beautiful deadly self."

She moved from resting on her elbows to tightly gripping the sides of the toilet. I felt utterly useless by her side. It hurt to watch her in pain. It always had. There was nothing I could do though. It was a mother thing.

Five more minutes passed until Cammie leaned back and rested against the wall. I seated myself next to her.

"How are you feeling?"

She looked up at me, completely exhausted. "Nauseous. Disgusting. Tired."

I nodded. "Do you want a glass of water? Or an aspirin? Maybe some mouthwash?"

Cammie snorted. "You think I need some mouthwash, huh?"

I wasn't sure how to respond. I've been warned that pregnant woman can be very moody, so I chose my words carefully. "Well uh, puke can't taste that good…"

Despite the sickness, Cam laughed lightly. "Yes, you're right Zach. It doesn't taste good. Could you get me some water?"

"Absolutely."

She smiled. "Thank you babe."

It was noon and Cammie was still in bed. I was getting agitated. Was this normal? Should she still be feeling nauseous? I paced outside our door, listening carefully for anymovement. She'd banished me from the bedroom saying I should do something productive with my day instead of doting on her. Women are ridiculous.

I heard something move. I took it as my cue to enter, so I thrust open the door and surged in. Cammie was lying on her side, eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar. Nothing had changed except her hand was three inches higher on her stomach than it was an hour ago.

I sighed. Maybe she was right. I couldn't spend the next ten hours of my day like the last one (standing outside a door with my ear pressed up against it). I should go do something. Maybe take a jog or pick up some groceries. I could watch that new James Bond movie or maybe-

"Zach…" Cammie's lips moved a millimeter as she murmured my name.

I smirked to myself happily. The movie could wait. Despite her protests, I wasn't leaving.

I slid back into our bed, careful not to shift the mattress. She must have felt the movement anyways, because she was already leaning in my side. One of her hands rested on my chest and she smiled adorably in her unconscious state. I closed my eyes along with her and placed my palm against her barely-showing belly.

I suppose the Saturday wasn't totally ruined.

I feel thoroughly terrible for my lack of updating and crummy third chapter. I'm sorry! I haven't had much free time at all. Seriously, it's ridiculous. However, I'm pleased to say that after watching Skyfall (Did anyone catch the reference in the story?) I feel motivated and all spy-y. Hopefully when this little collection is finished, I can start another full-blown story that is currently in the planning stage. Thank you all for being wonderful and reading this despite my long absence! Reviews are greatly appreciated. God Bless.

~Spacenut

P.S. For all you Americans out there, Happy Veteran's Day! Don't forget to remember. We are truly blessed by our troops.