Living With The Frollo x Deslauriers Family

An Unexpected Surprise

(Sorry for typos)

"BLECH!" Claude awoke to the sound of his wife throwing up in the bathroom.
"Ica?" Called Claude. "Ica are you alright?"

"BLEACH!" Worried, Claude gets out of bed and walks in to the bathroom to find Ica head down in the toilet, her thin hands grasping the sides. He walks over to kneel down beside her and places a hand gently on her back.

"Ica mon amour, are you okay?" Ica turns to look at him over her shoulder.
"I woke up feeling a bit- BLECH!" Another wretch seizes Ica's body. "Nauseous." She finished.

All Claude can do is comfort his wife until her wave of nausea passes. When her purging has ceased, Ica tries to stand up, but wobbles a little bit. Claude quickly reaches out to support her. "Here, I've got you." He said steadying her. "Are you okay?" He asked, his dark gray eyes full of concern.

"I-I think so." I just felt a little nauseous, that's all. Maybe something I ate." She said weakly.
"Okay, well maybe you shouldn't go to work today." Said Claude.
"No, I'll be fine. Promise. I feel better already. I can work."

Claude gives his wife a half hearted smile. "Well alright. Just promise me, if you start to feel sick again, come home." He kissed her on the forehead. She gave him a wan smile.

"I will."

***

When Ica returns home from work, she still isn't feeling quite up to par. When she walks into the living room she sees Claude on the couch with their golden retriever puppy Roary and two cats, Irish and Nixen, studying for the meeting tonight. When he sees her, he smiles but then frowns slightly. "Ica...are you alright? You look a little pale."

"Just feeling a little off but I should be..." All of a sudden the wave of nausea that Ica had this morning comes back to her. She drops her bag and dashes for the toilet. Once again Claude hears her  vomiting. When she comes back Claude is immediately at her side.

"Alright, that's it. You are going straight upstairs to rest. I'm worried you might have the stomach flu." Without complaining Ica does as her husband says and heads upstairs. "I'll be up in a minute to bring you some ginger ale and saltines." She nods, and continues up the stairs. When she gets to her room she changes out of her work clothes and into her pyjamas.

Why did I have to get the stomach flu. I hate throwing up. Ica thought. She climbs into bed and lays back on her pillow. Roary hops up on the bed with her and curls up next to her.  Not long after, Claude's entering their bedroom with a cup of ginger ale in one hand and a package of saltines in the other. He sets the crackers down on the nightstand and hands Ica the class. She takes a tiny sip. "I'm sorry." She said. Claude raised his eyebrows.

"For what?"
"For going to work. I should have just stayed home like you said."

"Fille folle." He said softly sitting down on the bed beside her. "You don't have to apologise. It just means you are a hard worker. I love that about you. Even though you do over do it a bit at times." Ica huffed a laugh. "But right now you need your rest mon amour. Now, immediately going to get ready to go to the meeting...unless you want me to stay here with you?"

"No, go to the meeting, I'll be okay here. I have Roary here to take care of me." The golden puppy raises his head. Claude reaches over and pats him on the head, making his fluffy tail thump on the bed.

"Well alright. Roary, take good care of my crazy girl while I'm gone okay?" Roary gives a soft yip. "Good boy." As Claude gets dressed for the meeting, Ica's nausea rears it's ugly head by tries to push it away as not to worry Claude. When he's done he walks over to the beside to bend down to give her a kiss, but she turns her head to the side so that he kissed her cheek. Claude gives her a quizzical look. Ica giggles.