Ransom's Redemption (Chris Evans Fancast Fic)

Part 18: Remedies

She sounds awful today.

"Baby, let me come in." I tell her

"No!"

"You just...don't sound...." I stop talking as she wretches again. "Okay."

I listen to the chorus of heaving and puking and then...silence. I wait for her to come out. This first trimester is killing her. "Baby?"

"Oh, God!"

"Baby?!" I am ready to break the door down.

"I look awful!"

"You just barfed up half your digestive tract, you're entitled to look a little off." I joke softly. She didn't laugh, not even a little. "C'mon, let me in."

"No."

"C'mon, I gotta pee," I lie quickly. "Mimi—"

She groans and opens the door.

I come in and see her teary eyed and to my surprise, a little pale. She got vomit on her part of her sweater.

"This is a new sweater," she wails. "And I look like what I just flushed!"

I shake my head, and smile. "You're still beautiful to me." I move to hold her and she steps back.

"You're wearing my favorite sweater!" She gasps. "I—"

I take off her sweater, and then remove my own. I pull her into my arms. "They're just sweaters, Mimi."

"I am so tired of this," she sniffs.

"How about no food till after eleven?"

"But you have to eat—"

"Hey," I shrug. "I'll just go to Tea Time everyday, order ahead," I caress her cheek. "Okay?" I wipe her tears and can't help but chuckle. Standing here teary eyed and frazzled, she reminds  me of how she looked when we were kids and the idea of a mini her just pulls my heartstrings. "Aw, come here." I hold her close, and in seconds, she puts her arms around me and sags against me. "There ya go—"

There is a knock at the door.

"Who is that?" she sniffs.

"Hold on," I kiss her forehead. "Get cleaned up, okay? Be right back." I frown as soon as I get close to the door. "Who?"

"Joanna?"

"Oh, Mrs. Miller, now is—"

"I can help."

I open the door. "Mrs. Miller, I—"

"Joanna," She slaps my chest gently. She walks right past me with a tray of tea and toast. "Aw, honey, it's bad, isn't it?"

"Oh!" Mimi manages a watery smile. "Hi. It's worse than I thought it would be."

"I brought something that can settle your stomach," Joanna smiles gently. "Come on. Oh, Ransom? Michael said there was something for you to look at upstairs, needed fixing?"

I hesitated but Mimi looked better already, and whatever was on that tray, it made her hungry, I could tell. "Uh...okay."

I head to the Miller apartment and just as I am about to knock the door opens. "Hey, Mike—" I stop talking as I smell food.

"Come on in, Ransom," Michael waves me in. "Bet you're starvin', huh?"

"Yeah," I admit.

"Got bacon and eggs with toast today."

"Sounds good," I admit. "Smells good, too."

"Well, come on, there's enough."

I sit with Mike at the kitchen table and he serves food from the stove. "This is really nice of you."