Chapter 94 HE IS JEALOUS
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Just as I take a bite of my well-cooked omelet, I feel the weird twist in my stomach and immediately start throwing up.
"Arghhh..."
Andrew and Ann stops as they saw my miserable state, Andrew rubs my back to soothe me while Ann looks at me with anxious eyes.
"She should be fine, light vomiting is ok in this trimester," Ann tells Andrew to calm him and Andrew spill the beans immediately.
"She has been throwing up since the moment she woke up."
F**K
I close my eyes in ultimate regret. Yes, I had been throwing up pretty roughly since I consumed lots of junk food last night. But who is going to tell this to Ann? And now my dear husband has put me into great trouble too.
"What?" Ann's chair squeak as she moves swiftly and then presses the back of her hand on my forehead. "She isn't having any fever." She murmurs mostly to herself.
"I am fine," I tell calmly and again the retch feeling takes me over as I throw up again and again until I am all out of breath and strength.
Andrew holds me up and on Ann's commands, he takes me to her car. I look at both brother and sister, they look terrified I wanted to tell them that I am fine but all my voice has been gone because of the strong pressure of vomiting in my throat.
Andrew looks down at me anxiously and holds my hand to comfort me while Ann keeps looking back at me with worried eyes.
In a few minutes, we reach the hospital and my husband rushes me inside in his arms, he places me on the patient bed and then reluctantly leaves me alone with the doctor.
The doctor greets me with a smile, the only person who is smiling at this critical moment, or maybe it's not a big thing the way Ann and Andrew are making it.
"How are you feeling, Tessa?" The doctor asks politely and it takes me a moment to find my voice and answer her, "Fine."
She keep her smile on her face and then starts my checkup, she then did my ultrasound, and her smile remains which means everything is fine.
"When would be my due date?" I ask her in curiosity.
Since I have got pregnant I have no idea about anything regarding my pregnancy. Ann takes care of everything, I have not even seen the ultrasound report once nor any blood reports. Ann keeps control of everything.
And even when I ask her anything regarding this subject she would give me very plain answers that give me no place to ask any further questions to her.
"Mid February." She says and my face lights up with joy.
"Our marriage anniversary is also in February," I tell her excitedly and her reply completely amazed me.
"I know, I was present at your wedding."
"Oh." I shrug apologetically. There were a few people that attended my wedding and she is the one person probably because she is my doctor I guess.
After she is done, she helps me to get off the bed and then walks me out of the check-up room, I see Ann outside but my husband is nowhere to be seen. I look around for him and before I am able to ask Ann about him, Ann has already gone with the doctor.
BOOM
I sit outside waiting for her to come out as usual. She emerges after a while with relief on her face. "Is everything fine, Ann?" I ask.
"Absolutely, nothing to be worried about," Ann tells me with a radiant smile and we head back home.
"Where is Andrew, Ann?" I ask Ann when we were on the way back home.
"Andrew has gone for work, dear. Don't worry I am here to look after you." Ann says politely and then affectionately she touches my cheek.
I lean into her motherly touch and then thank her with gratitude.
Ann didn't leave for her work today, she takes the day off to spend with me, I feel touched by her caring behavior toward me. Although, I feel very much disappointed by my husband's behavior, how could he leave me like this? But he looked worried when he took me to the hospital but then why did he leave without saying a word to me?
The disappointment layers my heart for the whole day and it gets worse when my husband didn't show up for the dinner at all. I have no appetite as I take a few bites to satisfy Ann's worries and then I return to my room.
I feel restless all night waiting for my husband but he didn't show up not until I stay awake waiting for him to come back.
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In the middle of my sleep, I hear a slumbering voice, I wake up immediately as I know that it's my husband. I feel his movements coming near to my bed and he stops, watching me I guess, I could smell a strong scent of alcohol that covers his aura. He throws his clothes on the floor and then staggering goes inside the bathroom.
BOOM
The door slams shut and I flinch from the loud voice. I remove the duvet and sit up, I switch on the bedside lamp and look at the clothes that my husband has thrown just now. I bent down and pick his clothes one by one even though it feels difficult to me now with a growing belly. I hear the water running in the bathroom as I put his clothes in the laundry basket and then go down to make a tonic for him.
When I return with a tray in my hand that has a bowl of tonic and a slice of cake my husband is already out of the shower. He looks at me with a straight face and I don't expect him to say anything because I know the expectations would always disappoint me.
"I have prepared a tonic for you, and you feel bitter after drinking that so I have brought a slice of cake for you," I say indifferently as I place the tray on the table and make my way to the bed.
He stays glued to his place and after a moment, he walks to the table and drinks the bowl of tonic in one go, I close my eyes but I am not asleep, I could hear all his movements and after a while, I feel the bed sinking as he has come to lay down beside me.
I flinch, feeling nervous when I feel his hot breath on my back, "Tessy..."
He calls my name, so now from pumpkin I am back to Tessy.
I didn't respond and he sense my anger as he pulls me towards him making me gasp, "F**k, did I hurt you?" He asks, as he sits up and looks at me with concerned eyes.
"Not now, but in the morning you have hurt me," I tell him truthfully and his body tense.
"Ann didn't want me to stay," He makes an excuse and I scoff. "You could have called me, later."
He opens his mouth to protest and then stops midway.
Gathering my courage, I finally ask him the bitter question that has been bothering me a lot, "You don't want this child, right?"
BOOM
His face turns pale at my question and his eyes that looked drunk a while ago open widely at my question.
"No... That's not true." He snaps looking reckless or restless I can't figure out.
"So, then what it is hubby?" I ask softly holding his hand in mine.
He looks at me for a moment, struggling with his emotions and words, he parts his lips to begin but then stops, I give him his time and after a long while, he finally releases his breath.
"Tessy, You love this child very much." He says and I nod at him blankly agreeing to his statement.
Which mother would never love her child, huh?
But his next question surprises me a lot.
"More than me?" He asks in a low whisper and I couldn't help but chuckle in surprise.
"So, are you jealous that I would love the child more than you?" I ask him, teasingly. I couldn't believe that my husband would get insecure from our child too. So childish.
"I... I just don't want you to get attached to the child too much... You should focus on me, Tessy. We could make more babies together, right? And didn't you love me? I was your secret crush? So you should be with me more than this child no?" He asks too many nonsensical questions and I feel like again the effect of alcohol is getting on his brain.
"You're drunk, hubby." I chuckle as I pull him closer.
"We are a family, together and forever," I tell him lovingly as I kiss his cheek and then nuzzle on his chest.
He still looks desperate and unsatisfied as he speaks again but I sush him with my finger on his mouth, "Hubby, I am very tired. Let's talk about this later."
I tell him in a slumbering voice and soon I fall into a deep and comfortable sleep in my husband's arms who is particularly jealous of my love for our child, so silly.
I smile at this thought while my mind is still numb and sleepy.
