One Promise Too Late

Chapter 15

And The Days Go By

Her eyes flew open as she felt her stomach grow tense and felt a pain growing in her throat. She threw back the covers and sprinted to the bathroom throwing open the door and barely making it to the toilet. She threw up violently repeatedly, holding onto the edge of the sink for dear life. She saw the light come on and felt someone behind her holding up her hair, and rubbing her back gently. After a few minutes of calmness she let go of the toilet and sat back in his arms. He flushed the toilet and leaned her against the wall. He got up and ran a face cloth under cold water. He sat back down behind her holding it against her forehead. "Are you alright, Steph? Where did that come from?"

"I don't know." She answered, taking the cloth from him.

He brushed the hair out of her face and looked at her over her shoulder. "We're going to the doctor tomorrow morning. You don't just throw up out of the blue. You're sick Stevie."

"Maybe it was the pizza?"She though. Or maybe she just caught a cold. After a few minutes he asked her if she was going to make it through the night and she agreed. He helped her up off the floor and layed her to bed. He brought the garbage can in from the bathroom and shut off all the lights. He took her in his arms. "Mick, I don't want you sick too, if that's what this is."

"Ssh. I don't care Stevie. Now go to sleep, love."

She had lost all her energy to fight him. She sighed and shut her eyes.

The next morning she woke up feeling fine. She went downstairs to make breakfast. "Stevie? You shouldn't be cooking if you don't feel well!"

She turned to face him. "It's fine Mick. I feel fine. I probably just are something bad."

He was unsure "I would still like you to go just to make sure." He argued.

"Mick..."

"Ok fine. But if anything else happens we're going."

He kissed her cheek and sat down at the bar. "I'm making bacon and eggs. Would you like some?" She asked.

"Yes please. And make the eggs an omelette! You know your omelettes are my favourite!.....Stevie?"

She had that nauseous feeling from the night before growing in the pit of her stomach. He ran over to her as she threw up in the sink. Good thing it was empty. "Stevie, this isn't good! Get dressed, I'm driving you to the doctor."

She didn't argue. She went upstairs and tried squeezing in her jeans but none of them fit. She put on a loose skirt and stop and ran a brush through her hair. When she got downstairs Mick was waiting for her at the door with her jacket and his keys. He helped her put it on then held open the door for her. They sat in silence during the car ride. Both busy with their own thoughts. Mick was worried sick that Stevie was really ill. He hadn't seen her thrown up since before they were married when he would help her home when she was very drunk. They filled out some papers and sat in the waiting room for the nurse to come and get them. They sat nervously holding onto each other's hands until they called her name. "Stephanie Fleetwood?"

Stevie and Mick stood up ad follows the nurse to the room. "Ok, you can have a seat up there Mrs. Fleetwood." She wrote down a few things on the clipboard then left it on the desk. "Dr. Martin will be in shortly."

She left Stevie and Mick alone to wait for the doctor to come in. A few minutes later the door opened and the doctor came in. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Fleetwood, I'm Dr. Martin." He shook hands with Stevie then Mick before taking a seat on a stool across from them. He gathered the papers from the desk. "So what happens to be the problem Mrs. Fleetwood?"

Stevie told they doctor about the previous episodes from last night and this morning. She then explained to him she wasn't sick from what she was aware of and this was happening completely out of the blue.

He asked a few simply questions and she answered. "Okay ma'am, now may I ask you when your last menstrual cycle happened?"

She was taken by surprise. What did this have to do with anything? "Um, about 6 weeks ago..."

"Mrs. Fleetwood, I think I know why you've been feeling sick lately."

They both looked at each other then at the doctor. They joined hands once again. "Why?" She asked nervously.

"Mrs. Fleetwood, you're pregnant."

Both Stevie and Mick's eyes gee three times in size. Her eyes began to water. "Pregnant?" She spoke gently, choking back tears.

"Yes. Congratulations!" He smiled.

Mick turned to Stevie and pulled in her for a tight embrace. "Oh my gosh we're going to parents Steph!"

She wrapped her arms around him and let the tears flow freely. "We're having a baby, Mick!"

They were so happy they forgot Dr. Martin was even there. "Oh, sorry doctor!" Mick said, with a big grin still spread across his face.

"It's okay. Is this your first?"

They both nodded.

"Well I wish you luck! I'll write down the time of your first appointment."

She squealed as Mick leaned over and planted a kiss on cheek. The doctor gave them the paper and said goodbye. They practically skipped back out to the car, and smiling all the way home. As soon her she got home she called her parents and her brother and then he called his family. "Mick will be a great father." Her mother said. "I couldn't think of anyone else better for you."

Stevie froze on her mother's last statement. She hadn't evaluated the situation closely enough. She forgot someone else... What if the baby was Lindsey's? She shuddered at the thought. "Gotta go mom, call you back."