She had to find out why the government hid her father's sudden disappearance years ago for her mother's own sanity. Nakia Foss comes across her father's plans to build a real time machine.
He has disappeared on them back when she was only seven year...
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I was tired out. I was supposed to go on the tv set with Michael. But I did not feel up to it. I felt sluggish this past week. Morning sickness was hitting me fast. It was like having the flu. But it was a flu virus you could not get rid of.
Everything I loved to normally eat well; I could not stomach it. Poor Michael had just gone grocery shopping. And there was nothing here that I could stomach down.
I moan as I lay on the couch with a damp warm cloth over my forehead. Michael comes in on his lunch break. He told me he was going to swing by here to see how I was doing.
He had been worried about me. He rushes to my side where I was resting on the couch downstairs. I was hungry yet at the same time I was sick. I moan softly as Michael came and sit down beside me.
•♡•♡•♡•
"Hey babe how are you holding up?" he questions me.
I scoot so that way I could rest my head on his lap. "I feel awful. I can't eat anything in this house" I groan. "There is nothing the baby wants" I sigh.
"What do you want me to get?" he asks me. "I will get it for you" he offers.
I shake my head. "Nothing comes to mind right now" I grumble.
He brushes my bangs out of my face. "I am going to stay here. With you! You need me" he decides.
"Michael no! They need you down at the station" I argue with him.
"Baby you are sick! And I need to be here to take care of you!" he argues with me. "I am staying here"
"What to watch me puke my brains out on the floor?" I grumble.
He laughs. He rubs my belly with his hand. "Sure, why not?"
"Michael go back to work. I can handle. If I need you, I will call you" I promise him.
"You are pale. Clammy. You are not eating! I am worried about you" he protests. "How can I work when I am worried about you?" he asks me.
"You will go work and take care of both of us. Someone has to have income Mike" I remind him.
"Fine, but I am leaving work early today" he sighs.
"Alright" I agree.
He leans down planting a kiss on my forehead. "Let me help you back up the stairs to bed. Want something to drink?" he asks. "You have to have something in that tummy" he says to me.
•♡•♡•♡•
I loved it when he took care of me. Dotted on me. He was such a wonderful husband. I was such a lucky lady. I loved being with him. He was going to make a fantastic father. He was a wonderful husband. So far anyway.
I sit up so he helps me upstairs to my bed. "Can you get me some saltine crackers? And a glass of ginger ale?" I wonder.
He helps me waddle off of the couch. "Sure, can baby. Anything you need you have got it" he promises me. He helps me up the stairs. He fusses over my pillows when we get to the bed. Then makes me climb in bed. He grabs the trash can so I can get sick in that instead of waddling over to the bathroom. And he brings me a box of tissues to. He kisses my forehead.
•♡•♡•♡•
"I will be right back sweetheart" he says.
He rushes out of there. I lean back on the pillows. I place my hand on my tummy. "Baby, please let mommy eat something" I whisper. "We need to eat" I sigh. "Someday"
Michael comes back with the drink and crackers. "Here sweetie" he says.
I take a sip. I manage to hold it down. I nod. "Thanks Michael"
"Are you sure you do not want me to stay here?" he worries. "I want to be here with you"
"Mike, no, please go back to work. I want to sleep anyway. Maybe by the time you get off work then I can try to have some dinner" I say to him.
He sits beside me on the bed. His hand is on my leg. "What do you feel like having for dinner? I can pick it up on my way home" he offers.
"I am not sure yet" I sigh. "Maybe a soup. We can have something light"
He nods. "You got it" he remarks. He touches my forehead with his hand. "You are burning up sweetie" he says to me. He checks my temp with a thermometer once he has it. "You have a low-grade fever" he says once he reads it. "We better keep an eye on you"
"Mike I will be fine. Try not to worry. I am going to sleep after you leave" I promise him.
"Alright. But if you need anything at all you make sure you call me" he demands. "Call me down at the studio. You have the number there"
I nod. "I promise if I need you, I will call" I vow.
He kisses my forehead again. "Good. I love you both. And I worry over you"
"I know you do. Try not to" I giggle.
"I feel bad. You are doing all the work. And I can't do anything but wait and watch" he sighs.
"You are being here means the world. You are doing what you should do. I am grateful" I promise him.
He smiles. "I better go baby. I will leave work as soon as I can" he reminds me.
I smile. "You are so wonderful to me. You better get something to eat for lunch on the way back. You have been to fussying over me to eat lunch" I remind him.
"Do not worry over me. I will get lunch" he promises me.
He leans in kissing me on the lips. "I love you Nika. Get some rest babe"
"I love you to Mike. See you when you get off work" I say.
He tucks me in bed. Then kisses my forehead one more time before leaving the room. I smile as my eyes close. Finally, I am able to get some rest. Michael's little visit made me feel better.
He always brought me comfort when he was near. I loved that about him. I roll over on his side of the bed. Hugging his pillow to my tummy. And fell asleep until he got home for the night.
