Debbie Doll | Ringo Starr ✅

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I stirred, and the first person that I saw was Cynthia. She was smiling, hovering over me with a steaming cup of tea.

It smelt awful.

I frowned, taking several seconds to compose myself before I slowly sat up. "Hi Cyn," I yawned, "did I fall asleep?"

She nodded, "Ringo said that he just left you to it because you haven't been sleeping the last few nights."

I replied, "it's nothing serious."

"He said you haven't been eating."

"I ate a few of George's biscuits -"

"You and I both know that that is a lie, Deb," she paused, "don't lie to me."

I sighed, "I just don't want him to worry."

"So eat something, then." Cynthia set the tea down on my bedside table and then sat on the bed in front of my legs. "I know how you feel, because I didn't want to eat just before I found out I was pregnant."

I sighed again, "I'm starving but every time I even try to eat something, it just comes right back up again - and sometimes I don't even get as far as eating it. Yesterday, I was thinking about the cake that my mum made for my ninth birthday, and I brought up the bile in my stomach."

Cyn wrinkled her nose, "nice..." she sighed, "I don't know what to do about you, but I do think that some air would help. Jump in the shower, get dressed and then we'll go, yeah?"

I nodded. Going out did sound nice.

When I came into the kitchen an hour later with my hair washed and clean clothes on, Cynthia was sitting at the table, reading through the paper that Ritchie had left on the table. I sat beside her, where Ritch had been sitting earlier, and I picked up his piece of toast. It was stone cold and the butter on it had solidified, but I was starving.

My eyes darted over to Cynthia, who was peaking at me over the top of the newspaper, trying to make it not obvious that she was watching me.

Tentatively, I nibbled on the corner of the toast.

Cynthia's eyes widened.

It took less than three seconds for me to feel my stomach churning after I had swallowed my first bite of toast. "You've gone green!" She exclaimed in horror as I got up and darted to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet and hurling my guts up and into the toilet bowl. I heard her walking behind me. I looked over my shoulder briefly before I vomited again. She was holding a glass of water with a few cubes of ice in it.

It looked refreshingly delicious.

When I was finished, I took it from her with a small smile. She sunk down onto the floor beside me, holding her barely swollen stomach.

"Are you and Ringo active?" She asked quietly, looking down at the floor.

"We don't do much exercise." I told her, "I think Ritch wanted to start running or something, I'm not sure." It was a weird question, but I gave her my honest answer.

She laughed sweetly, "no, I mean, do you two have sex?"

I blushed.

"Isn't that what married couples do?"

Was I doing everything wrong? Did Cynthia know something that I didn't?

She nodded, humming quietly for a few seconds before she asked, "have you been, um, using protection?"

"Protection?" I echoed. "For what?"

"So you don't end up like me." She paused her movements, her hand now still over where her baby was growing.