Chapter 49

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We laid in bed watching a movie and the feeling in my stomach was getting worse, a wave of nausea hit me and i jumped out of the bed and ran to the toilet. I was just in time bending over the toilet and everything i just ate came out.  Chris came in pulling my hair out of my face and rubbed my back. "Its okay baby, its okay let it out." 

When i was sure nothing was coming out anymore i sat down on the cold floor. "Oh god" i said feeling horrible, "i am sorry." I said feeling embarrassed.  "What for baby? Its okay you have no control over these things. Now lets get you cleaned up." He walked to the bathtub filling it up. He then walked over to me picked me up and sat me down the edge of the bath. He pulled my shirt over my head and removed my panties. He then lifted me up lowering me in the tub. 

"Will you please join me" i said pouting. He chuckled of course baby. He took off his clothes and got in behind me. He got the soap and started to wash me. After that i sat leaning against his chest his arms lightly wrapped around me. He was playing with the ring on my finger. I chuckled as i looked how he played with my fingers.

"I am sorry" i whispered. "What are you sorry for baby there is nothing to be sorry for?" I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. "For giving you hell while all you want is me save. For being emotional about it. That is the last thing you need before you get back to work."  He planted a kiss on my shoulder, "Its okay baby, we all have days that we dont feel like ourselfs. And if you really dont like the person, we will look for someone else you do feel comfortable with.  But i really want you to have someone to look out for you when you go out."  I nodded, "Okay" i said. 

He kissed my temple. We sat there for a little while longer before we got out he helped me dry myself off  and got a shirt from him and one of his boxers for me to put on. He dried my hair and  i brushed my teeth, he then picked me up carrying me to the bed. "I can walk you know..." i said chuckling. "Nope" he said as he put me down on the bed. He crawled in beside me and pulled me into him. It didn't take long before i was asleep. 

I woke up around 3 am feeling incredibly sick again. I slipped out the bed not wanting to wake up Chris and walked into the living area. The dogs looked up to me and as i sat down on the couch both of them jumped next to me putting their heads in my lap. All of a sudden another wave of nausea hit me and i ran to the toilet throwing up again. The dogs ran in after me looking at me weird. Dodger ran out and a few moment later i could hear Chris asking Dodger what was wrong. Dodger let him in to the bathroom and if he could he would have pointed at me telling Chris that i was not okay.

 "Oh baby" he sighed repeating the whole ritual of holding my hair even though i had it in a ponytail rubbing my back. "You want me to call you a doctor?" he whispered. I shook my head, "no its just a bug" i said "Or there was something wrong with my burger, i tasted funny." I  pulled a face as i thought about the weird taste. " Mine was fine" he said, "be happy otherwise we both would be feeling like crap...." He nodded, "Why are you in this bathroom?" he asked. "Didn't want to wake you" i said as i sat down trying to relax. 

"Sweetheart dont worry about waking me up, here let me help you." He pulled me up and hugged me. I sighed, Chris was still rubbing my back and i hummed. "I am gonna brush my teeth and clean myself up" i said. He grabbed my hand lacing his fingers with mine and walking us to the bedroom. I walked into the bathroom, and i could hear him talk to Dodger and Asher. Telling them they where good boys for looking after mommy. I smiled at the fact he called me mommy. I walked into the bedroom and crawled next to Chris laying my head on his chest. Dodger and Asher sneaked onto the bed making me smile. 

We didnt have them on the bed every night but the nights we did have them on the bed i loved it. I fell back asleep again luckily sleeping without having to get up again. 

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