A/N: Thanks to Phish Tacko for beta'ing this.

Ch. 48

Gilbert sighed, and laid back on the couch, resting his head on a small pile of pillows.

Tommy was finally asleep, and now Gilbert had some time to rest himself, which was great because he really wasn't feeling too hot that day. He'd had another one of his food binges the previous night and ever since he'd woken up, he'd felt sick. At first, he'd thought he'd just overdone it on the ice cream and cereal and leftover Indian food, but as his stomach began to make really weird sounds, he was starting to think that perhaps week-old Chicken Tikka Masala was a really, really bad idea.

Gilbert's stomach gave off another weird sound and a wave of nausea swept over him.

"Yeah, really bad idea," He told himself. He rubbed his belly, trying to calm it, but it wasn't much use. It was just a matter of time before he would have to throw up. At least, he hoped, he would feel better afterward.

For the next few minutes, he stayed in the same position, hoping that the weird sounds would stop. Besides feeling nauseous, he felt kind of bloated, like his jeans were pressing into him, so he unbuttoned those to get some relief. That was probably more weight gain than food poisoning, though, he figured. He was two months pregnant but looked closer to three.

"Definitely have to stop eating like that," He said to himself. "Wait, why am I talking to myself? I need a life."

He glanced at the clock. Becky would be home in another few minutes. Briefly, he wondered if maybe she'd have some pity on him and would get him some Pepto-Bismol.

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Becky arrived home to find Gilbert groaning on the couch.

"Uh, you okay?" She asked, setting her bag down. She walked to the couch and took a seat on the floor, near Gilbert.

"No. I think the Indian food is trying to kill me from the inside," He replied, groaning again.

"Yeah, we probably should've thrown that out a few days ago." Becky moved Gilbert's hand, and began rubbing his stomach, trying to help him feel better. "Anything I can get you?"

"Pepto-Bismol."

"Sure."

Becky pushed herself up and went to the bathroom to get the medicine out of the cabinet. She was just about to turn around and walk back out when the door flung open, and Gilbert ran past her. He bent down and started to get sick.

"Oh, good Lord," Becky said, watching as Gilbert threw up something that she could only describe as absolutely horrible. "Maybe it really was trying to kill you."

"Ugh," Gilbert sighed, throwing up again. "Make it stop..."

Becky kneeled down and pulled his hair back so he wouldn't get any vomit in it.

After what seemed like forever, Gilbert finally stopped being sick.

"Better now?" Becky asked.

"A little. You know what would be great right now?"

"A shitload of anti-nausea medication?"

"No. Some Chinese food."

And with that, Gilbert was throwing up again.

Becky wrinkled her nose.

"You can't be serious."

"Totally... serious," Gilbert said in between heaves. "Can... you get it?"

"You amaze me. Yeah, if you really want it, I'll get it."

Finally feeling like he was done, Gilbert rested his head on the seat. "You're the best, Becky. The best."