Greaser

34. Sick?

N I A L L

Mary was starting to get sick the past few days, and that worried me. I don’t know if it’s just one of those common flus, or if it had something to do with her recent injury. Well, it wasn’t so recent but it still felt like it all happened yesterday. So to me, yes it was recent.

“Are you sure you’re up for shopping and moving into the house today? We can just stay in. Push moving off for a few days.” I quickly reasoned, resting my hand on her lower back as I slightly hovered at her eye level.

“I’ll be fine, alright?” I couldn’t help but feel like she was keeping something from me. The way she kept avoiding my eye contact, and how she kept insisting that she was fine even though it was obvious that she wasn’t.

“You’re not just telling me that so I stop worrying, are you? Because I’m gonna worry about it anyway, it’s obvious that you’re getting the flu, Mary.”

“Niall, will you just worry about what kind of furniture we need to pick out?” she sighed, holding her stomach, since for the past two hours she had almost thrown up three times. “Is it warm in here?”

I furrowed my eye brows, shaking my head. “No, M—Ya know what, we aren’t going out today, you’re going to stay right here, in bed. Tony can go play with Aubrey for a few hours,” Tony smiled, clapping his hands in excitement since the past week I hadn’t let him go over there with getting the house and all, we’ve had to prepare it. Get it ready to be moved into. “Tony will go to Aubrey’s, but Tony you have to come home tonight, since Mary is sick I don’t want you passing it onto Aubrey or her aunt.” He frowned, but soon shrugged when deciding that he shouldn’t bother complaining about it.

“Niall, come on now. I was fine yesterday and the day before that, to go and start getting things in the house, what’s different about today?”

“You almost threw up today!” I protested, looking over to see if Tony was still sitting in the chair near the door. I frowned, seeing that he wasn’t there anymore. I was hoping he would help me out, because if Mary was going to listen to anyone, it would be Tony.

“Well, I threw up yesterday and—,”

“You threw up yesterday?”

She shrugged, her blue eyes looking up at me from the spot at the foot of the bed where I had put her at the sudden suggestion that we just stay home. “I really wanted to go see the house.”

“Mary,” I sighed, “why didn’t you say you weren’t feeling well?”

“Because the puking didn’t last that long anyway. That’s why I know I will be fine to go today.”

I thought about everything she was telling me, the past week she’s been beyond moody and I wasn’t able to keep up. I thought it was weird that she was crying the other day, without so much as a thought of what could be bringing those tears. I was nearly nine when my mom was pregnant with Anthony, and that’s what made me put the pieces together.

“Just, rest, okay? For me?” I sighed, slightly annoyed with the whole thing now. I know Mary and I talked about kids, but I certainly didn’t want any right now. I had Tony, and he was only nine, about to turn ten in the next few months. Besides, Mary and I have only been together for a total of seven months. The first three months she was chasing me around, and I kept pushing her away slowly changing my perspective, and four months of actually dating. Four months, four months is not long enough for me to know if I even wanted to have kids with Mary. This whole thing was starting to get overwhelming and I wasn’t even sure she was pregnant. I ran my hand through my hair, furrowing my eye brows at the floor. But I knew that because of that stupid ring that I couldn’t walk away. I shook my head, biting my lip. No, I can’t do that, I can’t walk away. I promised that I wouldn’t and I was bound to keep that promise. If not to her, but to myself.