Oscar guiltily grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom. He opened the small window and pulled the blinds to. Oscar stood under the lukewarm water, attempting to cool his skin. What was with Ava? She was so techy all of the time. ‘Hormones’ Oscar thought. ‘Get a grip and stop taking everything in life to heart’ He washed and dried himself and crept into his own bedroom, it just wouldn’t do to wake poor Ava again. Oscar groaned as he noticed another large bruise upon his left ankle. ‘How did that happen?’ he cursed, sitting himself on his bed and taking off his tracksuit bottoms, still wearing his boxers. It was too hot to even think about clothes. He pulled his duvet away from the bed and covered himself with a single sheet, falling into an exhausted sleep.
Nausea, that horrible sensation within his stomach. Oscar sat bolt upright in bed staring around the darkened room. He rubbed his stomach, feeling his scorching forehead. He glanced at the discarded sheet upon the floor. As Oscar wretched, he placed a hand to his mouth and darted into the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet. Hazy eyed, he crawled over to the bath and rested his cheek upon the cool porcelain edge, his breathing shallow. He heard the gently pitter patter of footsteps and felt a hand upon his back.
“Ava, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, you can’t help it, here wipe your face.”
She handed Oscar a damp flannel which Oscar received gratefully. “Thanks.” He whispered.
“Can- can you stand?”
“I’ll just be a minute, don’t worry Ava you can go back to bed.”
“I’m not leaving you, I’m awake now, so…”
“Oscar I’ll get you some water. Just stay there and please don’t try and get up, you’ve turned a horrible colour, how do you feel?”
“Groggy and really overheated.”
“Do you feel like you’re going to throw up again?”
“Good. Now, come back to bed. I feel wide awake now, I don’t reckon I’ll be able to get back to sleep, but that doesn’t matter.”
“I feel guilty. How’s the baby?”
“Fine, it was kicking away again earlier.”
“Not really, not for me. You have no idea how annoying it is!”
“Don’t say that!”
“Just be careful what you say Ava! Don’t jinx us. We want this baby to be a healthy one.”
“Oh stop being so sensitive Oscar. Honestly!”
“It’s only because I care about you and our child.”
“Whatever. I’m not convinced.”
“For God’s sake Ava! Can you stop being so techy for once?! You need to cool down.”
“I’m not the one burning up in the middle of the night.”
“You know that I didn’t mean it literally! I mean, can we actually just go for a day without having an argument. Things could be worse, much worse!”
“I don’t think so. You should try being pregnant, it’s not easy you know!”
“Oh well, just you wait until our child comes. We wont know what has hit us believe me!”
“More like I wont know what has hit me! I’m fully prepared for the fact that I’m going to have to do everything!”
“Oh Ava who says you are? I’ll do my even, fair share!”
“No you wont. Oscar I’m watching you get sicker every day!”
“That’s rubbish. I’ve had more energy over the last week or so.”
“Yes but you look weary!”
“Oh, so you keep saying. Repeating yourself doesn’t solve anything. I’m doing everything I can, it’s out of our hands for the time being, well until the doctor phones at least.”
“Okay, come on you! Bed! Now! Do you want a drink or something to settle your stomach?”
“Just a glass of water please. Shall I sleep in my own bed?
“No, there’s no need. Where were you last night?”
“I already said, at the library. I was just doing a bit of research.”
“Babies and such things.” It was half the truth at least, as he had picked up half a dozen parenting books from that section of the library.
“Fair enough, still you shouldn’t be staying up too late.”
“I wont in future, sorry Ava. Try to get some more sleep. Night, or should I say morning?!”
To be continued…..