A Little Love Story

Chapter 39

Skye's POV

"So much for feeling better 'in no time at all.'" I cross my arms, pouting, having just lost my breakfast for the third day in a row.

We leave for home early tomorrow morning, and most of our honeymoon has been a bust. When I haven't been throwing up, we've been mostly on the beach, having to stay close to the hotel in case I need a bathroom. There are always public bathrooms, but I would rather not have to go in one of those. Not only have I been throwing up, I've been feeling exhausted, never able to get a good night's sleep. Callum thinks I have jet lag, combined with possible food poisoning. I guess it does make sense. He smooths back my hair, his face apologetic. 

"I'm sorry I've ruined our honeymoon." I tear up, frustrated. 

Callum rubs my back and kisses my forehead. He's been so understanding and attentive the past few days. I feel awful about getting sick. Sure, the trip has still been fun, but I would've liked to do more. Now we have to go home without doing anything we planned on. Scuba diving, zip-lining, and taking a hula dance class. Well, that last one was mostly for me.

"You didn't ruin anything, baby. It isn't your fault that you aren't feeling well. We can always come back when you're feeling better." He rubs my stomach, attempting to soothe me. 

The tears start to fall, despite my fighting them back. I'm just so tired of being sick already, and I'm tired in general from not sleeping well. I wish it would stop, so I could fully enjoy my honeymoon with my husband. Callum's face softens when he sees the tears, and he wraps his arms around me, hugging me to him.

"Shh. Hush, sweet girl. It's okay, don't cry." He rocks me back and forth gently. "Don't make me attempt a hula dance for you. I'll do it and it won't be pretty." 

I giggle and hiccup, rubbing my eyes. He always knows how to make me feel better, even when I want to stay mad. I suppose that's what a good husband does. He smiles and tilts my chin up, pressing his lips to mine. 

***

I stare out the window at the runway, sad to leave Hawaii behind. We at least got tans out of it, and everyone looks good tan. Especially Callum. I look over at him, watching his lips as he orders glasses of water for us. I haven't had sex in four days and already, it's killing me. He refuses to do anything until I feel better, because he doesn't want to make it worse. He sees me watching him and winks, making my skin flush.

I pull the paper bag out of my seat, just in case. I'm sure I'll need it eventually, what with being on a ten hour flight and all. Callum rests his hand on my thigh, squeezing reassuringly, and I push his hand away, getting aroused by the small gesture.

"No touching," I grumble, pouting.

***

Callum's POV

The flight is long, and Skye sleeps for most of it. I let her be, until we land at the airport.

"Wake up, baby. We're home." I shake her gently and she groans, rubbing her sore ear that has yet to pop back.

She only threw up once within the ten hours, and the flight attendant disposed of her bag politely, completely understanding. I'm sure there are people that get flight sick all the time. I take Skye's hand and help her off of the plane. Before we know it, we've claimed our luggage and are heading home.

Skye falls asleep again in the car, her arms folded against her chest as she leans into the door. She's such a peaceful sleeper. Angelic and beautiful. I take our luggage in when we get home, and head back out to the car to retrieve her. I carefully unbuckle her seatbelt and lift her into my arms, carrying her into the house. I don't want to wake her again. She needs the sleep.

I take her straight to my bed, pulling back the sheets and laying her down. She only stirs once, pulling the covers up to her chin. I kiss her forehead and open our suitcases to unpack our things. It doesn't take long, and I join Skye in bed, soon after.

***

When I wake up, the bed beside me is cold. I slide out of bed to go look down the hall. Sure enough, the bathroom light is on. I knock gently on the door.

"Skye, are you okay?" I ask quietly.

She slowly opens the door, tears streaming down her face as she clutches her stomach.

"Hey," I say softly. "Come here, love." I pull her into my arms and she buries her face in my chest, crying.

"I don't know why I keep feeling sick," she wails. "And now my stomach is cramping and my boobs are hurting for no reason."

A lightbulb turns on in my mind, and I rub her back soothingly, putting the pieces together quickly. Nausea, vomiting, cramping, sore breasts, and fatigue; in other words, symptoms of pregnancy.

"Look at me." I pull her away from me and gently tilt her chin up with my finger, her teary eyes meeting mine. "Have you missed any of your cycles?"

"I don't know," she hiccups. "I-I was supposed to get it yesterday but it hasn't come yet. Sometimes they're late like that. Why?"

"You might be pregnant."

"W-What?" Her eyes widen.

"All your symptoms match up. We need to get you a pregnancy test."

Skye starts to breathe heavily, putting a hand to her chest.

"Deep breaths, baby. It's okay." I smile down at her and kiss her forehead.

"We haven't even talked about it. We weren't even trying!" Skye exclaims in disbelief.

I chuckle and kiss her forehead again.

"It tends to happen like that."

"Do you want a baby?" She asks softly, looking down at her stomach.

"I'm certainly not against it. Do you?"

"I-I think so. I don't know. I always thought I w-would have a couple," she stammers.

"A couple, hm?" I tease.

She blushes and swats me.

"I'll go get you a test, okay? You wait here and just try to relax. If you are pregnant, you don't want to stress the baby. Deep breaths, and I'll be right back. Okay?"

Skye nods and sits on the counter, inhaling deeply. I grab my keys and head for the drug store.