Chapter Eight

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The next morning, Allana was having one of her morning sickness episodes again.

"Do you think you can go to William's party tonight?" I asked her.

She went out the bathroom frowning.

" Of course I can! Can you?"

" Yes. We have to give the gift to William now. "

She went back on the bed. " Could you just give it to him? I just wanna stay in bed until I feel better. "

" Will you be okay without me here for a while?"

" I'll just back to sleep. And wake me up when you get back, okay?"

I kissed her forehead.

" Okay, just feel better. I love you. "

" Love you too. "

I put a blanket on her and showered up.

At about 12, I found myself in William's apartment.

" Harry, what are you doing here?" William said as he descends the stairs.

I stood up. Habit.

" I came here to give you something. "

He approached me and gave me a bro-hug.

I handed him the paperbag.

" Happy Birthday, William from Allana and Harry. "

"What's this?" he said as he opened the bag.

" Hope you enjoy it. "

" Bloody hell! I.. " I can tell that he loves the gift.

" You're welcome. "

When I got back home, Allana was lying down the bed with a book at hand.

" Honey, I'm home. " I did the traditional singsong of the famous line.

" Hello, dear. " she patted my spot on the bed. And I sat down.

" How did he find it?" she asked, putting the book down.

" He loves it! Says thank you. "

" That's good. "

" How are you feeling?"

She exhaled. " I'll be able to attend the party, as long as I sit down most of the time. And have a lot of water. "

" Are you sure? "

" Yeah. That's all part of it. "

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