My Angel of Music

Double Trouble

I leaned over the water basin, and puked into it, making me green from the smell.  Erik held my hair back and rubbed my back, ignoring my protests.  It disgusted me that he saw and heard the gags and episodes of vomitting that erupted from me.  I clutched the sides of the basin, my knuckles turning white.  Finally the vomit ceased and I took in deep breaths through my mouth and out my nose.  After I knew that I was finished I stood up and staggered to a rag, and wiped my face.  "Are you alright?"  Erik asked, his forehead wrinled in worry.  I gave him a small smile.  "I'm fine.  I only wish you wouldn't stay to watch that.  You really don't need to see it.  I mean I can handle it without you."  I almost snapped.  His face fell a little at my hurtful tone.  "I appreciate it, love, but I just don't want you to see me like this."  I said in a softer manner.

He looked up at me, smirking.  "In sickness and in health."  He said simply before striding over to me, kissing the top of my head, and leading me to the divan.  I sat and so did he, on the other side of the divan.  I laid my head on his lap and he stroked my hair softly.  "When does this sickness pass, again?"  He asked.  I smiled.  "In a few weeks, dear."  I reminded him yet again.  He nodded and I closed my eyes for a short nap in his lap.  Before I could drift to sleep, there was an urgent knock at the door.  Erik gently laid my head on the divan and walked quietly to the door, thinking I was asleep.  

He opened it and stuck his head out of the crack.  A maid stood there with a nervous look on her face.  "Monsieur, a man, a doctor is in the kitchen."  She reported softly.  He nodded and muttered a thanks before shutting the door and looking at me.  I closed my eyes before he could see I was awake, why, I do not know.  I just wanted rest when I could get it.  He walked over to the armchair and sat down, smoothing back his hair and making sure his mask was on properly.  Another knock sounded, making Erik stand and again walk quietly to it.  This time the doctor stood, holding his case of instruments in his hand.

Without saying a word, he strode inside and took a look at me "sleeping on the couch".  I peeked through my slightly open eyelids and saw the man peering at the tiny bump on my abdomen.  "Is she eating everything as she should?"  He asked, not trying to be quiet.  Erik looked annoyed at his loudness and replied in a much softer tone.  "Yes, I make sure she eats every meal."  The doctor nodded.  "She needs to be woken up."  He commanded in a confident voice.  "Can't we let her rest for a few moments.  Heaven knows she won't have much of it soon."  Erik asked.  The doctor sighed and sat down.  "No, she won't.  She only has about six months left, and then the child shall be here."  He agreed.  Erik nodded, a far away smile on his face.

"I have a few questions."  Erik said hesitantly.  The doctor turned to face him.  "Well, childbirth.....It is not easy, right?"  He asked a little awkwardly.  The doctor cleared his throat.  "No, but I can assure you that women have been doing it for years and their bodies are meant for it."  The doctor replied.  Erik nodded, then changed the subject.  "What is your name, sir?"  He asked politley.  "Dr. Stephan Irving."  He said stiffly.  Now that the conversation was getting boring I decided to "wake up".  I breathed in deeply and stretched my arms wide, yawning in the process.  My eyes fluttered open slowly and I pretended to be startled when I saw Dr. Irving sitting in the nearest armchair.  

"Well, Doctor, what a surprise.  What brings you here?"  I asked sleepily.  The man gave me a stiff smile.  "Just a check up.  I just need you to lay on the bed."  He said simply.  I yawned and obeyed. Erik stood to leave, smiling at me.  "Oh, you can stay for this one."  Dr. Irving interrupted.  He stopped in his tracks and sat on the bed beside me.  I looked at him and smiled.  "How was your nap?"  He asked sweetly.  "It was short, but fine."  I replied innocently.  He chuckled and stroked my hand.  Dr. Irving pressed his hand to my forehead to see if I had a fever.  "Have you been sick?"  He asked.  I nodded.  "Yes, a few times.  Once right before you arrived."  I answered.  He nodded and pulled out some sort of instrument.  He stuck two pieces in his ears and another round one to my chest. "This is to hear a heart beat."  He explained, seeing my confused stare.  He moved the round piece around a few times before muttering something to himself.