George Weasley // Stuck with me

16. Here We Go

 "ughhh.... hrk- blegh"

McKenna knelt on the cold tile as she leaned on the bathtub.  It wasn't stopping, no matter what she did, she was nauseous.  The smell of the soap? Nauseous.  The thought of breakfast?  Nauseous.  Walking too fast?  Nauseous.  Light too bright?  Nauseous.  Didn't matter how empty her stomach was, somehow more came up.  She felt like Hermione charmed her stomach, bigger on the inside.   

"McKenna?"

"uhh too loud George."

McKenna mumbled as George tiptoed into the bathroom.  Crouching down by her, George slowly and gently rubbed her back.  McKenna's shoulders unwound at the sensation, her body starting to relax.  George wasn't going to lie, he felt horrible for her.  Wrinkling his nose at what sat in the toilet, he sat on the floor and slowly inched her to sit and lean into him.  Reaching forward he flushed the toilet and quickly covered her ears as she cringed at the loud noise.  

"Make it stop Georgie.."

"Oh I wish I could, I went and asked if they had anything for you for morning sickness, but until you can eat something they said they can't give anything anti nausea.  It requires food to work better which I said was stupid but thats not the point.   Anyways you can't even leave the bathroom for more than 5 seconds before somehow you have to puke again."

"uhhhahuhhhhhh. I hate it George I hate puking so much this feels like hell."

"I know, I know I'm so sorry."

McKenna was exhausted.  She wasn't scared of puking she just hated the feeling.  It was disgusting, it burned her nose and made her teeth feel thick and in the way.  The sharp stabbing pain in her stomach didn't help either.  It was so frustrating that, she could feel the tears begin to gather in her eyes.  She squeezed them tighter closed.  She was sweaty, and the room felt like it was spinning.  It felt like her body was betraying her with every gag and heave.  It was torture.  However George was here now, and while normally she would be very embarrassed for George to see her gross and sweaty and pukey like this, she was so so tired.  The warmth on her back felt nice, and the soft slow strokes of his thumb on her belly was consistent enough that she started to feel sleep creep in the corners of her thoughts.  The pregnancy was progressing at almost an alarming rate.  Everything was happening so fast it felt like whiplash.  

George carefully coaxed her into a standing position.  He scooped her up bridal style and walked into the bedroom.  Placing her down on the bed he observed his girlfriend? Yeah girlfriend. Her hair was a mess sticking to her face and neck while knotted up in what used to be a bun at the back.  Her baggy sweatshirt and stretchy pajama pants barely hiding the obvious bump that peaked out at the hem of the shirt.  After making sure she was comfortable he quickly snuck down to the kitchen and grabbed a wash cloth.  Walking back and into the bathroom he ran it under cold water before squeezing out the excess liquid.   George shuffled back into the room and leaned over the bed.  He softly brushed the sticky hair back from her face before placing the cloth on her forehead.   

Well this is startlingly domestic  he thought.  Blushing George closed the bathroom door a fraction but left the light on.  Turning the room light off, the sliver of light from the bathroom gave a small glow, enough to maneuver in case more puke needed to make it's way to the toilet.  As quiet as he could George closed the bedroom door and tiptoed away, hoping that McKenna could get some much needed rest while he went to breakfast.  

"Hey guys, have you seen Fred yet?"

George asked the group of Gryffindors who in different states of chewing and swallowing, either shook their head or said no.

"That is odd now that you mention it George, I thought he was supposed to come back yesterday."

"Huh well maybe just Fred is a hopeless case and they haven't been able to find a match for him yet."

Ginny barked out a laugh at Ron's statement.

"Well whatever the case is I'm sure he will be back tomorrow to tell us all about it.  Right Harry?"

George nudged the boy sitting next to him who nodded in agreement still keen on drinking his pumpkin juice.  Both Hermione and McKenna were absent from the morning meal as they were doing better at emptying their stomachs rather than filling them.  Harry was a little worried but seeing how calm George was he knew his sister was probably fine, maybe just a little crabby- but fine nonetheless.   Before leaving the breakfast table George grabbed a slice of toast in hopes that possibly, McKenna could keep it down.  

McKenna could not keep it down.  Gagging and retching sounds filled the echoey bathroom as McKenna's body lurched over the toilet.  

"Accio cup."

George stuck out his hand as he waited for a cup from the kitchen to fly into the room.  Once fumbling but at least catching it, he filled it with water and passed it to McKenna once she was finished.  

"Just rinse your mouth out and gargle if you think you can handle it.  Clean it all out."

McKenna swished, finished, and spit the water back out into the toilet before flushing.  She knew that while she still felt completely awful, she was getting better as the loud sound of the toilet didn't immediately send her cringing again.  She leaned back on the tub whilst sitting on the floor.  The cup was placed down with a sharp clunk.  Slouching down a bit McKenna sighed.  Her position looked a little odd with her head crunched forward on her chest while her legs sprawled out but it was at least comfortable.  

"George, why do they call it morning sickness if it happens all the time?  Very misleading of a title."

George tried to suppress his laugh out of respect for McKenna however with her weird sitting position and dejected tone of voice, she just looked down right comical.  

"Ohh I don't know but I think you're right it should just be named pregnancy sickness instead shouldn't it."

McKenna nodded as George sat down next to her.  Slowly she shifted so that she was laying on his lap face up with her legs tucked up as well.  The action surprised George however he managed to mostly hide his blush by covering his face and pretending to yawn.  It wasn't the most subtle however, McKenna didn't know why he would be blushing in the first place so she just ignored it.  

"honestly George I don't know how many times I'm going to say it but, I'm glad it's you."

"I'm glad it's me too."

Smack

"Ouch! Alright yeah I'm glad it's you too sheesh."

McKenna smiled satisfied as she stared up at her partner's face.

A/N- Oh goodness gracious I finally uploaded again lol.  Now were getting into to it and who knows maybe a mini George running around?  Or a mini Mckenna?  Either way there is no way their kid does Not get the weasley red hair.  Any suggestions for baby gender?  I have an idea what I want to do but if someone makes a compelling argument in the comments I might change it up...  As always if there is any grammar or spelling mistakes you find let me know and I'll correct them.  Cause if I'm being honest sometimes I don't read through my chapters before I publish them and if I do its like only once. soooo.... anyways enjoy! - Author