"Is Mama going to be okay?" Claire's little eyes search Liam's.
"She'll be okay," Liam says, reassuringly. "How about I check on her, while you play?"
Claire bobs her little head up and down, and toddles off to her room, Merlin dangling from her tiny right hand. Liam, for his part, goes toward the bathroom, and kneels beside Jane. He hated that she was sick. And knowing that the reason she was sick was the child that they had created, it made him feel guilty. He was the one who had invited her back to bed, and she had accepted. He hadn't thought she would. Had never thought about the condoms in the drawer by his bedside. He could have been safe. He could have spared her from this. But something in the deepest part of him wants this child. It would be a new beginning for him, a chance to shed the demons of the past, and perhaps help heal the hurt from losing his wife and child. A selfish reason to be sure, but Jane didn't need to know that.
The intensity and frequency with which she has been sick worries him though. Several times through the night last night, she had ran off for the bathroom. At least twice an hour, if not more. The minute she'd tried to eat anything, she would get sick. That wasn't normal, at least not from what he could remember of Marie's pregnancies. She'd been sick yes, but never with the intensity that Jane seemed to be experiencing. He pulls her hair back out of her face. There's not much else he could really do for her. Help her back to bed, maybe. Get her some gingerale and crackers too. Marie had lived on that for the first few weeks that the nausea had hit.
He stays with Jane until he is sure that she is okay, and then helps her to bed. "Jane, do you have crackers here, or ginger ale?"
Jane nods weakly. "Crackers are in the cupboard, ginger ale in the fridge."
"Cupboard and fridge, got it," Liam says by way of explaining his leaving the room. He locates the crackers and ginger ale easily enough, and then pours a glass of it up. He brings a whole sleeve of crackers into the room as well, and lays it on the nightstand nearest Jane. Another wise idea would be a bucket, or a garbage pail. She needed to rest, and getting out of bed to puke was not going to happen. No way. She needed to rest before her appointment at three this afternoon. Where he would mention the intense vomiting to her doctor. And her ability, or lack thereof, to keep any food down. "I need to check some messages on my computer, will you be fine here?"
Jane nods, sipping some ginger ale through a straw. "I'll be okay."
Liam pushes some hair out of Jane's face, and then kisses her forehead. "I'll just be in the living room if you need me." He makes his way to the living room, plugging in his laptop, and then checks his e-mail. When he's done, thoughts of Jane's intense morning sickness cross his mind. He grabs his iPhone, and texts Mike. If anyone knew anything about this, Mike would.
"Hey Mike. Quick question. Jane is really sick. Every 30 mins. Can't keep food down. Should I be worried?"
While he waits for a response from Mike, Liam types in the symptoms Jane is having, and he doesn't like it at all. He's not saying that she has this, but the symptoms sound eerily similar. He prays that's not what she has. Then his phone beeps, a message back from Mike. "Sounds like just cause to worry yes. Get it checked at her appt, and keep a close eye on her."
Liam gulps. Maybe Jane did have this extreme morning sickness after all.
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