Learning to Love
Chapter 12
Honeymoon. Bliss. Love. Happiness.
That's exactly what our honeymoon was filled with.
When we arrived back home, the honeymoon was over, but our lives were just beginning.
Mike went back to traveling, although not as much and thankfully we'd been able to add another nurse practitioner on staff, that way we weren't all spread so thin.
"Mike, what do you think about having everyone over for a housewarming party on Saturday?" I asked Mike over breakfast.
"That sounds good. Can you put it together by then?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, I'll call in the troops." I smiled.
"The troops?" Mike laughed.
"Our moms. You know they'll be more than happy to help out." I teased.
"So true. So are you working a double today or do I get my wife tonight?" Mike asked.
"I'm working a double, so I can have Saturday off and not be on call." I shrugged.
"Well then, that's even better. There's nothing worse than making love to you and your phone rings with an emergency." Mike smiles.
"Yes, it's not fun is it?" I sat on his lap.
"Bells, why do you tease me? You know I can't resist you in tanks and boy shorts." Mike kissed my neck.
"Do you have to rush in?" I pouted.
"No." Mike crashed his mouth to mine and took me on the big farm table we had in our dining room.
After 3 orgasms Mike declared he had to go.
"See you tomorrow babe." He kissed me soundly before leaving.
I called the moms and got everything set up for Saturday. I called Rose and asked her to get the families all notified and she said her and Edward would supply the beer and drinks.
Everything was set, now just to wait until Saturday.
I got showered and dressed for work, 8 hours into work and was so tired. I let the nurses know I was going to lay down in the lounge and to page if needed.
I must have fallen asleep because I was awoke by Mike kissing me.
"Hey, they said you were in here napping, you OK?" he asked.
"Yeah, just got hit by the sleeping bug all of a sudden." I shrugged.
"Well, I've got dinner if you're hungry. Pizza?" he laughed.
We ate pizza and I filled him in on Saturday.
"Will you be home before I leave in the morning?" he asked.
"Hopefully, yes." I sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Good, because the breakfast bu…" he was cut off by my pager.
"Sorry, I've gotta go." I kissed him and raced down to ER.
My night was busy, non-stop flu's and stomach virus, I hated this time of year because almost all of my regular patients were here several times.
By the time I got home I just wanted to collapse. I came in, kissed Mike on the head and told him I needed to shower and crawl in bed.
Mike helped me upstairs and started my shower, I came out to the bed turned down and Mike waiting for me.
"Babe, I don't feel like doing anything this morning, I'm sorry." I yawned.
"That's fine, I was just going to massage you before I have to go. Lay on your stomach and relax." Mike kissed my neck and then cracked his knuckles.
I awoke with a start and my stomach rolled. I ran to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet.
I spent the rest of my day there. Every 20 minutes or so vomiting and that's where Mike found me asleep on the floor.
"Bella, babe." He shook me awake.
"Mike?" I questioned.
"Bella, you don't look so good. What's the matter?" he asked concerned.
"I got the stupid flu. And now you're going to get it." I started crying.
"Bella, it's OK. I'll take care of you and if I get sick, we'll call the moms." He smiled kissing my forehead.
He picked me up and carried me to bed, telling me he was calling Sam to have someone drop off medicine for the vomiting and fever.
I fell asleep immediately, awoken a little while later by Sam's voice.
"Hey, Bella. Can you sit up so I can check you out?" he smiled and helped me up.
"Where's Mike?" I asked before darting to the bathroom again.
Sam came behind me and pulled my hair back.
"He ran to the store to get some chicken noodle soup and juice for you." He rubbed my back.
I groaned as I felt my stomach rolling again. I spent the next 30 minutes vomiting, even after taking the medicine.
"Bella, if you can't keep anything down, I'm going to admit you. You're a doctor, you know better." He snapped.
"I know Sam. I haven't had anything all day, and I'm still vomiting." I whined.
"OK, when Mike gets back I want him to drive you to the hospital, I'll call and have a room ready and I'll be back in a few hours to check on you. Got it?" he said sternly and I nodded.
I laid in bed waiting for Mike.
"Bella, Sam called and told me what was going on. Let's get you cleaned up and then we can go. I'll pack you a bag." He rubbed my back while I attempted to brush my teeth.
I was settled into a room, our families all showed up and huddled around me.
"Hey, I'm not dying, it's the flu. Go home before you get it too." I snapped.
"We had to make sure you're OK and to tell Mike not to worry about work until you're all better. Dad and I will run the stores." Mike's mom smiled at me.
"Thanks mom." We said in unison.
"Bells, we're here for whatever you need." My dad said and kissed my forehead.
"I just want to sleep." I sighed.
"OK, we'll leave baby." My mom squeezed my hand.
Our parents told us goodnight and left me alone with Sam and Mike.
"OK, I've got a nurse coming in to run some tests, and give you more IV fluids." Sam nodded before walking out.
Mike was sitting in the recliner that made into a bed. "You feeling any better?" he asked as he rubbed my hand.
"I feel drained. And blah!" I shrugged.
"Blah? Is that a new medical term?" he smiled.
"Yeah, I coined it." I smiled. Mike always knew how to make me feel better and smile.
There was a knock at the door and the nurse walked in.
"Oh, hi Dr. Newton." She smiled.
"Hi Julie. Why are you down here tonight?" I questioned.
"Sam said he'd feel better with me here for you and we only have two old kids upstairs. They didn't need two of us." She smiled.
"That does make me feel better." I smiled.
She drew several vials of blood and fixed my IV's. "There's a slight sedative in this." She showed me the needle. "Sam wants you to try and get some sound sleep." She shrugged.
Mike and I watched TV until I dozed off. I woke up to dry heaves and then puking all over myself.
"Babe, I'm calling the nurse." Mike soothed as he pushed the button.
Julie came running in with Sam hot on her heels.
"Julie, help Mike get her in the bathroom. I'll call someone to change her sheets and mop the floor." Sam ordered.
Mike picked me up and asked Julie to grab our bag. Mike stripped us after Julie brought the bag in and he sat in the shower with me while I cried.
"I'm the doctor, I'm not supposed to be the one who gets this fucking sick!" I cried.
Mike held me and shushed me, telling me everything would be OK.
He washed us and dried us, by that time the room was cleaned and ready for us.
Mike carried me back to bed and Sam was waiting.
"Well, I now know what she has." Sam told us.
"And?" I hedged.
"You have Hyperemesis gravidarum." Sam grinned and I blinked, trying to get it through my head while Mike is sitting there confused.
"OK? Can it be treated?" Mike questioned.
"Yes and no." Sam smiled.
"Bella?" Mike asked.
"I'm pregnant." I whispered.
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