I'm in bed pressed to the front of Charlie's body as he spoons me. One of his arms is under my body and hooked across my collarbone, the other arm is laying over my hip, hand tucked under my side that's pressed into the mattress. Both of my legs are intwined with Charlie's, the warm covers are up resting against our shoulder blades. It's a very comforting position to be in when sleeping. Charlie keeps me warm and the feeling of his chest rising and falling is soothing in a way.
My peaceful state of sleep in my husbands arms doesn't last much longer though. I slowly awake with an awful feeling in my stomach. I lift my head up from my pillow slightly and can see the glowing numbers on the digital clock raise 4:00am meaning it's too early for my normal body to be awake. I'm brought back to the realisation that my stomach feels funny. Not like period cramps stomach ache but a nausea sick. There's one problem, Charlie has me secured in his arms tightly and I feel trapped.
Panic sets in when I start to feel my mouth water and not in the I'm starving way, but I'm the I'm going to vomit way. I grab onto Charlie's arm, trying to pry them off my body and when I'm finally free I jump from the bedroom and lurch myself in the direction of the bathroom.
In the process of trying to get to the bedroom in time, I hold down a gag as I hit the corner of the wall due to the darkness. A loud pang illuminates the room, waking Charlie up from his sleep. I have no time to explain what or why I made that sound because all I can focus on right now is not puking all over the floor.
Finally I make it to the toilet and the second um standing in front of it, vomit pouts out of my mouth. When Charlie finally comes to his scenes from being abruptly woken up and realises his wife was the one who hit the wall and was no longer in his arms. Charlie flips flips the duvet back and quickly walks towards the bathroom after me.
As Charlie gets closer to the bathroom, he can hear dry heaves and cries of uncomfortableness coming from within. When he steps inside the door, Charlie's meet with a heartbreaking view of me crouched down in front of the toilet, throwing up. Charlie rushes over towards my body and collects my hair in his large hands and places his other hand in my back rubbing circles soothingly.
When I realise I woken Charlie up and is with me now, I mutter through a breath between dry heaves. 'Charlie.'
'Shhhh my love. I've got you angel. Relax and let it all out, you'll feel so much better.' Charlie whispers calmly in his sleep laced voice.
He just assumes me I just have a stomach bug or maybe a bad reaction to last nights dinner. It hasn't occurred to him that it could be morning sickness. It hadn't even occurred to me that I could be experiencing morning sickness.
After a few more nasty expels of vomit on the toilet, I feel weak and I feel very lucky to have Charlie to support my body. I reach with teary eyes to rip some toilet paper away and clean my mouth and nose before crumbling back into Charlie's arms. Charlie reaches reaches towards to flush the bile filled toilet before he gets sick at the sight and smell himself. Charlie settles down on the hard tiles, leaning against the wall and situating myself on his lap.
I lean against Charlie's chest and began to softly cry from the still sick feeling in my stomach.
'Love, what's got you so sick? Do you think you caught a stomach bug?' Charlie coos while running his index fingers through my hair, trying his best to relax my slightly shacking body.
'I don't know. I just feel so sick.' I reply back weakly. Charlie sits on the bathroom floor with me for a few more minutes, just holding me in his lap.
'Can we go to bed please?'
'Of course darling.' He carefully helps me up and walks me back into the bedroom and over to our bed. He pulls the comforter over my body and kisses my forehead.
When Charlie goes to leave I cry out 'don't leave me.'
With a laugh, Charlie mutters 'I'm not leaving you love. I'm just getting a glass of water and a cold cloth for your head. You know I would never leave you.'
