Jennie
Saturday morning flew by faster than anticipated. It was the morning of Lisa's parents' anniversary party and as excited as I was to wear the beautiful gown that Lisa bought me, I was also extremely nervous, knowing that I would have to interact with the high society. I hardly doubted that in the current state I was in, I could handle either of those emotions. My stomach churned as a fresh wave of nausea hit me one once again. I felt sick to my stomach.
It was barely seven in the morning but Lisa and I were both up since the early hours of dawn as I furiously emptied my sick stomach all the while with her soothingly rubbing my back and offering the calming aura that I was in desperate need of. Her kind gestures and sweet words made tears spring to my eyes much to her amusement as I remained propped against the cool tile wall in the ensuite as the moon dipped in the sky making way for the sun to appear.
"Should I call the doctor now sweetheart?" Lisa asked softly upon re-entering the bedroom some time later that morning with a tray in hand. "Have some lemon tea, it should settle your stomach." She insisted encouragingly.
"Please don't, I feel a bit better now." I told her as I accepted the warm tea.
"You look sickly pale." she stated frowning at my appearance.
My hair was a tied into a messy bun, sticky and sweaty from constantly throwing up. Her over-sized t-shirt on me was wrinkled and my eyes and nose was red and blotchy as I was crying for no apparent reason. I hadn't been this ill in as many years as I could have remembered.
"It must be a stomach bug." I said to her, sniffing while trying to keep the tears at bay as I continued nursing my soothing warm drink, "Hardly the need to have the medics rushing in."
After my tea and a very refreshing shower, I had already started feeling much better. Miraculously I had kept a light lunch down containing a bowl of fresh onion French soup and a couple slices of dried whole grain toast. Lisa was nothing short of a mother hen constantly on my every step, it made me cry all the more as I was not use to this kind of constant care.
After lunch she wrapped me in her arms as I fell into a deep sleep exhausted on the living room couch while we were both watching a football match. Though I insisted she join the boys for their regular Saturday morning game, she refused immediately saying we would both watch a match instead. Snuggling deeper into her warm chest, her strong arms wrapped around my midsection as she soon fell asleep with me.
Sometime later, much later in the afternoon I felt someone lightly caress my face while attempting to wake me. Tiredly, I fluttered open my exhausted eyes, meeting Lisa's sweet gorgeous face staring at me etched in worry.
"It's past five in the afternoon sweetheart, you've slept for almost six hours." she stated, "I don't think we should attend the party when you are clearly this unwell."
Trying to find my voice in my exhausted state I immediately protested, "I'll be fine in a couple of days but I think you should go ahead." I insisted.
"Absolutely not." she countered back, "And who the hell would take care of you?" she went on raising her voice slightly before gazing at me apologetically.
"I am not dying, Lisa." I told her, trying to reason it out, "And your parents would be really disappointed if you don't show up not to mention, Rosé."
"I don't...." she started off saying but I interrupted her knowing that she was about to refuse.
"Please." I pleaded, "Isn't Bambam going to be there? I'm sure the boys are all expecting you."
Sighing loudly she ran frustrated hands through her hair as she nodded, making me smile up at her.
"Alright." she relented, "But first let's have supper earlier together and try to get something other than soup into you." she said to me pulling back the luxuriously comfortable duvet, "Do I need to carry you down?" she questioned amusingly as she placed a light kiss on my lips, pulling back all too soon before I had even properly responded.
Specially prepared to aid my upset stomach, the head chef at the kitchen in the hotel's restaurant prepared a delicious brown rice mixed with vegetables and smoked chicken breasts. No longer queasy, I was able to enjoy a full dinner as I was famished, much to Lisa's approval. A short while later, Lisa stepped out the walk-in closet looking dashingly handsome in her tailor made black Celine tux. She looked like a devastatingly well-groomed monarch.
A stab of envy pinched me as I thought of all the beautiful model-like women who would be there no doubt trying to get Lisa's attention. It wasn't the first time I questioned her interest in me but I knew without a doubt that I trusted her with all my heart. Coming over to me on the bed, she placed a lingering kiss to my lips before I pulled away catching a whiff of her strong cologne.
"What's wrong?" she questioned me confused as I tried not to gag from the expensive scent that I once loved.
"Nothing at all, you should go or else you'll be late." I said as I handed her phone and wallet to her.
"Jen..." she said after a moment, her forehead creased in worry as she pocketed her items, "You would call if you get more sick right?" she asked.
Smiling up at her, I tried to overcome the cologne scent as I placed a kiss onto her cheek, "Of course, now please go and apologise to Rosé on my behalf."
As soon as she was out of the door, I waited for some time before I wore my coat and exited the hotel. There was a pharmacy close by and there was an item I urgently needed to get. Thankfully she took both bodyguards, so there was no hassle that anyone would follow me or report back to Lisa about where I'm headed to. In a couple of minutes time, I was back in the penthouse saved for the odd look from a couple of the bell boys from the vast lobby downstairs.
And there it was.
My suspicion confirmed.
As I stared at the stick in my hand I felt my entire world shifted on its axis.
My first thought was Lisa's reaction, for I deeply feared what she might have to say. Neither of us expected this to happen. I should have known before as the blunt signs faced me. My breasts ached constantly and Lisa had recently commented on their fullness. The nausea from my morning sickness should have tipped me off but I had to wait until I smelt her now awful cologne. Staring at the stick for a couple more moments, I let the thought sink in before I jumped into the shower trying to fully process the news.
Settling into bed, my thoughts mulled over the future. A smile made its way onto my face as I laid awake awaiting Lisa's return as my hands gently caressed my still flat stomach. Picking up the neat little frame from the bedside table which sat on Lisa's side of the bed, I looked on at the mischievous grinning faces of the four friends.
As always, my eyes immediately connected to the gorgeous amber eyes of Lisa's smiling back at the camera. Placing it neatly back to its spot, my thoughts drifted away thinking of a beautiful little boy or girl with blonde hair and amber eyes. Our child will have full pink lips and a cute little mouth. He or she will be the mini version of Lisa and would be every bit as perfect. I had no doubt that Lisa would make a great parent. She had a lot of love and protective instinct already instilled in her.
As the night went on and I could no longer keep my eyes open, I slept with the last thought praying for my baby's safe delivery. A kind of happiness that I never knew made its way into my heart.
I am pregnant.
We are going to have a baby.
