Tim's Pov
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poor Lucy she's asleep on my chest hugging me the poor girl it was difficult to calm her down seeing her like that broke my heart it's the next morning and i got a text from grey saying they got Rosalind and we can come back i told grey about us mostly cause i was exited and i just told him what happens with luce cause i was worried she finally wakes up at 10:30
Tim - good morning beautiful
Lucy - mmm good morning
Tim - they got rosalind we can go home we've got a private jet at 12:00 we gotta go some
Lucy - really
i could see the relief on her face
Tim - yes baby and i'm sorry but i told grey about us it's not a problem he asked how u we're doing last night and i told him what happened
Lucy - that's ok babe grey knows about my panic attacks already
Tim - ok we gotta get packed we gotta leave in 30 we get dressed and packed lucy's wearing leggings and my hoodie she looks so cute
we get to the airport and get on the jet it's a private jet since we're technically still uc right now and we've got guns on us
I sit down and out of all the seats lucy sits on my lap she says " hi baby your not getting this hoodie back" " i know sweetie it looks better on you either way " she kisses me she's very happy right now it's funny , that is until we get in the air she gets quiet and lays down in the seat across from me she's curled up in a ball not looking happy i get up and squat down infront of her seat i move a piece of hair out of her face " you ok baby?" " i'm nauseous " " oh hunny i'm sorry do you get sick on planes ?" " no not usually" i feel her forehead " your not warm " "mm tim i don't feel good " she reaches toward me i lift her head up and sit down putting her head in my lap she looks up at me i play with her hair " does anything else feel sick baby?" " i'm just super nauseous and i have a headache my stomach is kinda crampy " " is it your period?" she shakes her head no i put one hand under her hoodie on her stomach i place a kiss on her forehead " i'm sorry baby " she looks like she's gonna be sick " tim im gonna be sick " i help her to the bathroom and she pukes i hold her hair back and rub her back she pukes and pukes " oh sweetie i think your sick " " idk i don't have a fever this feels diffrent " " i help her back to her seat and she lays how she was before on my lap
" do you think it's something you ate" " idk maybe i feel so bad tim" " i know baby we're landing soon though do you want to come back to mine" " i don't have any stuff though " " i had angela being some of your stuff to mine" she smiles for the first time in a while " ok yea then i will" " ok my truck is at the airport so i'll drive us" she falls asleep in my lap when we land she dosent wake up so i carry her to the truck but she wakes up before i could put her in " im gonna be sick " she goes over to the grass and starts pucking again "baby that was so out of nowhere " " uhh idk just the smell of the gas made me puke" they could smell the gas they were putting in the planes i rub her back " ok let's get you home sicky "
i help her in the truck she curls into a ball i feel her forehead again " baby you aren't warm idk do you think you could be pregnant?"
