I'll Show You

Chapter thirty-nine

Justin|

Christina is sick in bed and all I've been doing is holding her hair all night as she pukes in the toilet. I feel so sorry for her... it's been possibly eight weeks since we found out about the pregnancy and she can't keep any food down.

I wish I could take it away from her. The nausea, pain, everything.

I've been running errands for her and literally giving her everything she wants and needs to make her comfortable. She says she is fine, but I don't care. I want her to know I'm always going to be here.

"Babe?" Christina says in a ragged tone.

"I'm right here baby, what do you need?" I sat down beside her and moved her hair out of her face. She looked so pale and weak.

"Can you make me a glass of water? My mouth is dry."

"Sure thing."

I grabbed a glass and filled it half way with water and a couple of ice cubes to make it cold.

I helped her sit up so she could drink. Her chapped lips sat on the edge of the glass as the water quenched her thirst.

I couldn't help but smile a tad as she chugged the whole glass down. She was so beautiful, even when she was sick and weak.

"Thank you." She said handing me the empty glass.

"Are you hungry?"

She shook her head side to side and took a deep breath.

"You need to eat something Chris, you haven't eaten anything at all today." I begged.

"Justin, I can't keep anything down right now." She replied.

"The doctor said you need to at least eat something to help gain strength." I explained.

"If I puke on you, I don't want to hear it." She replied  out of annoyance.

"As long as you eat, I don't give a fuck what you do on me."

"What are you craving? I'll run and go get you something from town." I added and waited patiently for her to answer.

"Nothing, but since I really have no choice, I'll have a Big Mac from McDonald's."

Seriously...

"Out of all the places... you pick McDonald's?" I laughed.

"Shut up and just get me a Big Mac." She replied forcing a laugh.

"Yes ma'am. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

"Trust me, I'm not." She replied.

I caught an uber since Hugo was off for the day. I'm not really use to riding in a random person's car, but my car is all the way in LA and I don't feel like walking in New York and getting mobbed with cameras in my face.

As I waited, all I wanted to do was smoke a cigarette. I'm trying to quit. I haven't smoked in a long time, but it's been really bugging me lately. I've been chewing on straws whenever I get the urge and honestly, that doesn't fucking help. I even sucked on a binky. Don't ask why...

One won't hurt right?

I reached into my pocket and put the cigarette in my mouth without any regrets. It felt so fucking satisfying. I lit the end with the flame of my lighter and puffed.  The feeling of the smoke hitting the back of my throat and flowing out of my nose felt good.

I could feel the stress fading away with each puff I took. Christina would kill me if she knew I was doing this.

I took a couple more drags and then flicked the butt onto the ground and stepped on it with my toe to put it out.