Around a week later the morning sickness hit, she was in the car with Ian, coming back from sealing a weapon deal when the sudden urge to vomit came over her. Trying to hold it, going with mind over matter she hoped she wouldn't throw up in front of Ian let alone the others she worked with. The urge seemed not to disappear and she knew she would embarrass herself even more if she didn't get him to pull over now. "Pull over!" She screamed.
Ian looked at her with concerning eyes before pulling over, as soon as Emily stumbled out of the car she threw up all over the grass to the side of the road, fortunately not getting any on her designer boots. Her stomach still feeling fragile, she took a deep breath and got back in the car, ignoring the attention of the others and focused herself on not throwing up for the rest of the journey.
Stumbling out of the car once arriving home she barley made it in the door before having to bolt to the loo to vomit once more. Ian followed her in and kneeled beside her, holding her hair back with one hand and rubbing her back with the other. "My love" he said warmly, "everything alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, I think I must have caught a bug from somewhere." She lied, not feeling ready to tell him she was pregnant yet.
"Ok. Well let's get you to bed" he responded, not realising that she was lying. After putting her to bed he got her a glass of water and kissed her on the cheek, not wanting to get sick himself. "Get well my love" he whispered softly before going downstairs to get some work done and let Emily sleep off the bug.
Emily layed in bed awake for a while, her stomach still queasy and feeling anxious about when to tell Ian. She worried about his reaction, would she have to leave? She knew she couldn't do that. She had only known Ian for 7 weeks but already she loved him more than she had loved anyone in her life.
A little later Ian came up to her with something to eat and a glass of water. "Can't sleep?" He asked her, putting the food down on the bedside table and sitting beside her, feeling her forehead, she didn't feel warm.
"No, my stomach feels like hell" she responded sighing.
"Well you don't have a fever so that's a good sign" he told her warmly while playing with her hair. "eat up love, it may make you feel better."
"Thanks Ian, but I'm not really hungry." She responded sighing.
"alright well the food is there for you when you are, but drink something ok?"
"Sure." She responded, picking up the glass of water and taking a couple of sips from it. "Can you stay?" She asked him, not wanting to be left alone right now.
"Sure honey." He responded, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll stay"
"Thanks." She responded, curling into him for the comfort.
Ian wrapped his arms round her, knowing she needed that extra bit of comfort to make her feel better.