Days of Our Lives (Book 2)

Chapter 22 - Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (part 2)

A/N: Happy Birthday Roger! My Rock God, my idol, my eternal love, I love you! ❤️💖❤️

Thursday, 24th July, 1986

Hotel Intercontinental, Budapest, Hungary

-...or is it possible? - he asked. I looked up at him surprised and I've seen hope and joy in his baby blues, the same hope and joy I heard in his voice.

-Possible what?

-You know babe, maybe...maybe you're... - he didn't finish the sentence, only pointed at my belly, while smiling with his huge, badass smile. Finally I understood and rolled my eyes:

-Rog, don't be ridiculous, you know I'm not!

-Well, you have 12% chance and my swimmers are pretty good. - he kept on smiling. Actually he was grinning now, imagining himself totally into the situation, like he hasn't got two kids already and this would be the first time in mankind's history when a man begetting a child. Sadly, I had to dispel his doubts and pull him back into reality:

-It's no use for your good swimmers if my womb is unable to receive.

-Are you sure? 100%?

-Babe, I'm 1000% sure. I'm not pregnant.

Hope and joy disappeared from his look in a second, but he kept on caressing my hair:

-OK, it was just a thought...then what happened to you while I was away?

-My fuckin' migraine, that's what. Fortunately I don't used to have it often, but when it comes, it's awful.

-Okay, I understand you have a horrible headache, but why the throwing up?

-Oh, that's the bonus. - I answered with sarcasm, rolling my eyes.

-Did you take any pills?

-Yes, I took an aspirin and a lot of water...but you can see the result. Pill had no chance to help, came out immediately. So did the second one.

-But you should take something to help Lyv! - I heard he was more and more desperate.

-I know babe, but what the fuck should I do if it comes back without reaching my stomach?

He looked at me with sorry, then closed his eyes for a second. Then he just caressed my face and stood up, reaching out of the bathroom, shouting out loud:

-Crystal! Crystal!

-Yeah, what? - I heard his voice from the living room as I put my head back on my arms, embracing the toilet.

-Call the reception desk to send a fuckin' doctor immediately, would you do that for me?

-A doctor? What's wrong, Rog? - now I heard worry in his voice too.

-Lyv's having a heavy migraine but she threw up the pills she took for it.

-OK buddy, I manage.

-Thanks. - was all Roger said and walked back to the bathroom. He knelt down back to me and put his arms gently on my shoulders:

-Babe, let's go back to the bed till the doctor arrives, are you able to?

-Aham. - I held my head and tried to nod, but a new wave of that heavy headache rushed on me and I pressed my hands to my forehead.

-Come, I'll help you. - Roger said gently and helped me to stand up. But I was so weak and the headache was so heavy that I felt my legs shaking and basically leant on him. But he held me safe and made me laying down, covering me into the blanket.