Unknown Feelings (Fred Coury x Eric Brittingham)

57. Apples

FRED'S POV:

June 12, 1990, Philadelphia

I was watching some TV while playing with my drumsticks, trying to learn some new tricks.

I've been feeling nauseous for most of this morning.

Heck, this pregnancy has been hard. My nausea increased a lot during this pregnancy. When I was carrying Christopher, I wasn't throwing up much and didn't have much nausea, so I wonder why it's different this time.

I guess each pregnancy is different.

"How are we feeling?"

I heard Eric ask from the kitchen.

Since there really is no wall, separating the living room from the kitchen, I could see him clearly.

"A bit better. I'm still a little nauseous."

"Aw, my poor Doll."

A sudden wave of nausea hit me.

I stopped what I was doing and just closed my eyes, leaning my head back.

"You ok?"

"Feel like I'm gonna puke again."

I heard him shuffle a little.

I slowly took deep breaths, trying to control myself.

My stomach hurt, and my mouth hurt so much from throwing up constantly.

I'm not sure my body can handle it.

"Here."

I opened my eyes to see Eric standing over me.

I slowly lifted my head and saw that he had a glass of water in his hand.

He handed it to me.

"Thanks."

I said as I took it before taking a sip. He carefully sat on the armrest, making sure that I was ok.

I felt him blush my hair back before he leaned down and placed a kiss on my forehead, making me smile.

"Don't be so hard on your Baba."

Eric said as he put his hand over my stomach.

"Hopefully, they'll listen to you."

I said.

He gave me a soft smile.

"Is it bad that I'm baking something?"

"What? No, no. You do whatever."

Since we aren't touring, it seems like Eric and I have more time to focus on this pregnancy.

So now, every week, Eric makes a recipe with food that matches the current size of our baby, which I thought was sweet of him and a great way to track the pregnancy.

Last week, the baby was about the size of a lemon.

He tells me the food he is using for comparison, and I come up with ideas

So Eric made lemon bars.

I wonder what he's up to this time.

He said that the baby was about the size of an apple or a navel orange.

I gave him a bunch of ideas, so I wonder which one he is going to do.

"Can I ask what you are making?"

"Pie."

"Apple pie?"

"Yeah."

"Apple pie doesn't sound too bad right now."