Post by Caffy on Jul 30, 2006 9:44:06 GMT 10
[glow=purple,1,300]Don't worry I am carrying on with Hindsight too, I just really wanted to see what everyone thought of this one too.[/glow]
Abby leant over the toilet, her stomach muscles clenched, waiting for the next wave of nausea to hit her. Pushing her hair back it started again, part of her brain was panicking, thinking she would throw her entire stomach up, the sane part of her brain reminded her she was three nearly four months pregnant and it usually stopped at four months.
“Would you keep it down in there? I’m TRYING to eat my dinner!”
Richard called from the living room. Food. Urgh. Food. Another wave of nausea rolled over her and she no longer had anything to come up, only bile which clung to the insides of the throat burning painfully. It kept coming and coming and coming, and then finally it subsided and that wonderful feeling came back to her where her stomach felt at ease. She got a glass of water and swirled her mouth out, then started viciously brushing her teeth four or five times to get the taste out. She swirled round some mouthwash too and filled up her glass again with water, drinking it slowly, letting it slip down her throat and ease the burning. She was white and shaky, as you can imagine being after emptying the contents of your stomach for and hour.
“I’m going to bed.” She said quietly to Richard. He nodded.
“Yeah ok. How much longer are you gonna keep being sick like that ‘cos to be honest it’s gross and it stinks the bathroom out after.”
Abby sighed and looked at him for a moment, frowning, but realised she didn’t have the energy. She crawled into bed slowly and rested her head on the pillow. She started drifting off when Richard joined her. She sighed a little and thought it odd he wasn’t staying up to watch tv longer. She closed her eyes. She felt Richard run a hand down her side. “Ah.” She thought to herself. “that’s why.” She sighed again heavily and turned over a little more, her back completely facing him, hoping he’d get the message. He didn’t.
“Abby…” he said playfully kissing her neck. Abby barely had the energy to move her eyes.
“I’m tired Richard… Really tired.”
“You can just lay there if you want.” He said grinning, putting his hands on her waist and kissing her neck harder, it was no good, she just wasn’t in the mood.
“Richard…” she protested a little. He sighed.
“What?” he said a little snappily.
“I’ve had a really long day, I’m aching all over and I have no energy. Please can I just go to sleep?”
Richard was persistent and put a hand on her thigh. “Oh come on…” he pleaded with her running his hands up and down her, then placing a hand on her breast and brushing it, a little harder than intended.
“Arrhg.” She cried gritting her teeth, her eyes watering, her breasts were particularly sore today. Richard let go of her.
“Oh don’t make such a scene…” he said, she could hear his voice growing impatient.
She was fighting back tears. “It’s just. That really, really hurts.”
Richard rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a baby, It’s not like a squeezed one or anything.”
Abby sighed “Look I’m sorry I’m exhausted and I’m just not in the mood…” she started. Richard frowned and got out of bed harshly, making sure to wake her up by bouncing the bed and throwing back the covers off him.
“Fine. Be like that.”
He stomped back into the living room and switched on the TV, deliberately turning it up loud. Abby let out a long, unhappy sigh and rolled over trying to get comfortable again. Then held her face in her hands and let out a few long sobs, tears falling onto her pillow, she curled up into a tight ball under the covers, in the dark and let sleep overcome her.
Abby leant over the toilet, her stomach muscles clenched, waiting for the next wave of nausea to hit her. Pushing her hair back it started again, part of her brain was panicking, thinking she would throw her entire stomach up, the sane part of her brain reminded her she was three nearly four months pregnant and it usually stopped at four months.
“Would you keep it down in there? I’m TRYING to eat my dinner!”
Richard called from the living room. Food. Urgh. Food. Another wave of nausea rolled over her and she no longer had anything to come up, only bile which clung to the insides of the throat burning painfully. It kept coming and coming and coming, and then finally it subsided and that wonderful feeling came back to her where her stomach felt at ease. She got a glass of water and swirled her mouth out, then started viciously brushing her teeth four or five times to get the taste out. She swirled round some mouthwash too and filled up her glass again with water, drinking it slowly, letting it slip down her throat and ease the burning. She was white and shaky, as you can imagine being after emptying the contents of your stomach for and hour.
“I’m going to bed.” She said quietly to Richard. He nodded.
“Yeah ok. How much longer are you gonna keep being sick like that ‘cos to be honest it’s gross and it stinks the bathroom out after.”
Abby sighed and looked at him for a moment, frowning, but realised she didn’t have the energy. She crawled into bed slowly and rested her head on the pillow. She started drifting off when Richard joined her. She sighed a little and thought it odd he wasn’t staying up to watch tv longer. She closed her eyes. She felt Richard run a hand down her side. “Ah.” She thought to herself. “that’s why.” She sighed again heavily and turned over a little more, her back completely facing him, hoping he’d get the message. He didn’t.
“Abby…” he said playfully kissing her neck. Abby barely had the energy to move her eyes.
“I’m tired Richard… Really tired.”
“You can just lay there if you want.” He said grinning, putting his hands on her waist and kissing her neck harder, it was no good, she just wasn’t in the mood.
“Richard…” she protested a little. He sighed.
“What?” he said a little snappily.
“I’ve had a really long day, I’m aching all over and I have no energy. Please can I just go to sleep?”
Richard was persistent and put a hand on her thigh. “Oh come on…” he pleaded with her running his hands up and down her, then placing a hand on her breast and brushing it, a little harder than intended.
“Arrhg.” She cried gritting her teeth, her eyes watering, her breasts were particularly sore today. Richard let go of her.
“Oh don’t make such a scene…” he said, she could hear his voice growing impatient.
She was fighting back tears. “It’s just. That really, really hurts.”
Richard rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a baby, It’s not like a squeezed one or anything.”
Abby sighed “Look I’m sorry I’m exhausted and I’m just not in the mood…” she started. Richard frowned and got out of bed harshly, making sure to wake her up by bouncing the bed and throwing back the covers off him.
“Fine. Be like that.”
He stomped back into the living room and switched on the TV, deliberately turning it up loud. Abby let out a long, unhappy sigh and rolled over trying to get comfortable again. Then held her face in her hands and let out a few long sobs, tears falling onto her pillow, she curled up into a tight ball under the covers, in the dark and let sleep overcome her.