A startling Text

Confrontation? Or Secretive Operation? The Hard Choice:

Bonnie spent the morning bent over a porcelain throne in the bathroom, throwing up. Her forehead pressed against the cold material of the tank. Her stomach hurt more than it had during the first several months and she could scarcely stand the smell of the breakfast Michael was cooking for the both of them.

When she was finally able to clean herself up with some cold water, Bonnie joined Michael in the kitchen. The bags under her eyes becoming extremely apparent as the light in the kitchen found her face. Quietly she started, "Mi... Michael, I... I'm sorry...sorry about last night. I..." she cut off half way through the sentence, suddenly at a loss for words. 

Turning with the whisk still in his hands, Michael did his best to give her a smile. He knew she was worried and because she looked so frail, he decided not to bring up the text at that moment. Instead he covertly stated, "Hi Bons, darling. Did you get any sleep? By the way the doctor is coming over to check on you. I was so worried about you last night. You feeling any better." 

Bonnie's tired and red-tinted, blue-green eyes studied Michael nervously for a moment. She knew Michael could read through any lie she tell him, but out of concern for him, she answered calmly. "I'm... I'm okay, but I... I won't eat anything. I.. I'm sorry Michael. I know you went through a lot of trouble to make breakfast and everything. I... I just can't eat. And to answer your other questions.... I slept fine once I threw-up last night thanks to your help. And I'm feeling okay..." she added. 

"Did you get any sleep with me bothering you so frequently?" She meekly quizzed.

"I got some sleep, don't you worry. I'm used to not getting much sleep anyhow," Michael soothingly replied.

He sat down next to her with his breakfast now laid on a plate and he casually began to eat. 

"So.... do you want to talk about what has been bothering you?" Michael abruptly prompted in a soft tone. He didn't want to tell her he knew about Garthe's messages without giving her a chance to come clean about it. Michael couldn't really blame her, she was terrified and he figured he'd be just as frightened, if not more so if he had been in Bonnie's shoes. 

Bonnie contemplated an answer for a moment. Should she tell him? What would she tell him? What if Michael thought she as being silly about the threats? What if he took it too seriously and he went after Garthe? What if she lost him? Or worse.... what if Garthe used him to get to her and the baby? All the questions popping through her mind made her even more nauseous.