Nine Months

Month One: Sick

Cindy's POV

Three times; I have thrown up three times already this morning. As I fry up strips of fatty bacon on the stove, preparing breakfast for my husband and I, the overwhelming urge to purge would not go away. It didn't make any sense. I was perfectly fine before I had went to bed. The dinner we ate the night before wasn't undercooked and the stomach flu was not going around, at least I don't think it is.

"I just don't get it," I muttered to myself. Before I could think any more of my nausea problem, I felt someone's arm wrapped around my waste as they rested their head on my shoulder, peering over at this morning's breakfast.

"Looks great, Cindy," my husband said. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed over to the coffee pot, pouring himself a hot fresh cup of a morning pick-me-up. Before he took his first sip, he looked over at me with a concerning face. "Cindy, are you alright? You don't look so good."

"Yeah, I'm fine, Jimmy," I lied. The good thing is that he didn't hear me in the bathroom this morning. I ran the sink water to drown out the noise.

"Did you not get enough sleep? You should really get more sleep and worry a little less on your cases. You're going to drive yourself to sleep deprivation at this rate."

"Yes, Jimmy. I got enough sleep. I told you, I'm fine," I snapped a bit. I didn't mean to snap at him like that; I knew he was just trying to help.

"Geez, Cindy, no need to bite my head off or anything. I just wanted to make sure you're going to be okay."

I sighed. Great, now I feel bad. "I'm sorry, Jimmy. I've just been feeling a little nauseous this morning, that's all."

"Maybe you're hungry," Jimmy suggested, as he took a seat at the breakfast table, reading the front page of the newspaper.

"Well, that's doesn't make any sense at all," I said, scooping the crispy pieces of bacon from the pan and onto a plate. I brought the plate over to my husband, setting the plate in the middle of the table.

"Sure it does, dear," Jimmy said as grabbed a piece of bacon. "Your blood glucose level is probably lower than it normally is, causing you to feel a bit nauseated. Just eat some breakfast, I'm sure you'll feel fine within a half hour or so."

I stared at the plate of bacon in front of me; it looked so good, but so deadly to my stomach right now as it was doing summersaults. "Uh, no thanks. I think I'll just have some dry toast. Do you want any?"

"No, I actually need to get heading to the lab," Jimmy said as he stood up and laid the newspaper on the table. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and smiled at me. "Are you going to work today?"

"Nah, I'll probably just work on my cases in the office here, like I usually do."

"Alright, well call me if you need me. Gotta blast!"

The best part about my job is that I have the choice between going to work, or working in the comfort of my own home office. I'm one of the highest ranked attorneys in the entire state. I built my firm from the ground up, straight out of law school, and I worked hard giving myself a good name. I also two other great attorneys who work in my firm and many trusted, hard-working paralegal assistants. I couldn't love my job any more if I tried.

Jimmy earned his Master's Degree in Chemistry, as well as a billion other degrees in many different science-related areas. He expanded his lab and it is now a workshop for inventors and scientists to work at. With all the tools and resources you could possibly need, his lab is one of the greatest labs in the entire world, and it is considered a privilege and high honor to be accepted to work there. Jimmy is at the highest peak of his career, and he couldn't be happier.

Even though we both went away to college, we both didn't feel right about not being here. So, we made the decision to return to Retroville after earning our degrees, and building our careers right here at home. It truly was the best decision for the both of us, as we are close with both of our families and some of our old friends.

Just as I was finishing up the final touches to my report, my cell phone started to ring. It was my best friend, Libby. Libby and I have remained best friends throughout all these years. Even though she now lives in New York working as a Fashion Designer, we still remain close and she comes to visit Retroville from time to time.

"Hey, Libs," I greeted as I answered the phone.

"Hey girl, what are you doing?" My best friend asked on the other line.

"Oh, nothing. Just finishing up this report for one of my cases. How's everything going out in New York?"

"Girl, I love it here! You and Jimmy really need to consider moving out here."

"Libby, we talked about this already. We already invested too much of our careers out here in Retroville. We would practically have to start all over again."

"I know, girl. I just miss you guys, that's all. How's the married life going?" Libby asked.

"Oh, it's going. We've just been so busy between my court cases and his-"

"Cindy? You okay?"

Oh, no. The urge to vomit came over me again. "Sorry, Libby. Be right back!" I threw my phone on my desk and ran to the bathroom. After I was finished being sick, I grabbed my phone to make sure Libby didn't hang up. "Hey, I'm back. You still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. What was that about?"

"Sorry, I've been sick all morning."

"Oh, is that so?" Libby asked me in a very suspicious tone.

"Yeah, it's not that big of a deal."

"Are you sure?"

"Libby, what are you getting at?"

"Nothing, I'm just saying that maybe you're not necessarily sick," she said with a small giggle.

"Oh really, Dr. Libby," I answered sarcastically. "So what do you propose that this illness is?"

"Maybe it's, you know, morning sickness."

"Excuse me?"

"Ugh, do I really need to spell it out for you? Maybe you're pregnant!"

I was so freaked out by that response that I hung up the phone on her. Pregnant? Absolutely not! That's just preposterous. Yet, her suggestion did spark a bit of my curiosity.

I closed my laptop and walked into the bedroom. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and turned to the side. I was slightly bloated, but we've had so much fast food for dinner the past few weeks, I wouldn't doubt if it made me gain a few pounds. I looked down at my ankles, which happened to be swollen.

"Eh, I just need some better shoes," I muttered to myself. "All those morning jogs probably put a number of my feet."

There's no way Libby is right about this. I mean, if I were pregnant, I would know it. One morning of being sick and a couple swollen ankles does not mean I'm pregnant.

"You know what? Just to prove her wrong, I'm taking a stupid test," I muttered. "I can't wait to send a picture of the negative results!"

"I can't believe this," I whispered in disbelief. I took four tests and each of them came back positive! I just don't understand. We were careful; we both knew having children right now at the peak of our careers was not the best decision. Yet, here I am, sitting on the edge of my bathtub, holding four positive pregnancy tests.

"This cannot be happening," I muttered. "Jimmy is not going to be happy about this."

I pulled out my cell phone, contemplating on whether or not I should tell my husband to come home early tonight or just let him stay at work.

"His break is coming up soon, maybe I should have him come home for lunch," I contemplated. "But what if he's in such a bad mood from this unexpected news, he can't focus at work? Ugh, why-"

"Cindy?" I heard from the other room. Oh, shoot! He's home early from his lunch break.

I threw the tests under the sink and rushed downstairs. "Jimmy? You're home early," I spat out nervously.

"Yeah, there was a bit of a chemical reaction to an experiment the newbie was working on. I decided to shut down the lab for the rest of the day and sent everyone home. What are you up to?" Jimmy took off his lab coat and hung it on the coat rack near the living door.

"Oh, I just finished my report for that Jenson case. Do you want some lunch?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Um, sure that'd be great. Do we have any salami?"

"Yeah, I picked up some from the store the other day," I replied.

"Great. I just want to take a quick shower before lunch."

"Okay, go ahead. I'll start on the sandwiches."

I got everything out for our lunches and started on the sandwiches, when I heard Jimmy running downstairs.

"Cindy?!"

Oh no. I think I forgot to throw away the boxes to the tests! "Uh, yeah Jimmy?"

"Do you care to share something with me?"

I turned around and found Jimmy holding up four pregnancy test boxes along with the positive pregnancy tests that he must have found under the sink.

"Uh, you see, those aren't really mine," I stuttered with a fake giggle.

"Oh? Then whose are they, and why were all the tests hidden under the sink?"

"You big head, I was trying to hide them from you, obviously!" I yelled. He can be so irritating, sometimes.

"Cindy, are you… are you pregnant? Is that why you've been so sick?"

"Alright, fine. I guess I have no choice but to admit it. Yes, Jimmy. I'm pregnant." There was no point in denying it. Although, I wish I could have came up with a better way to tell him. I'm still in the shock and denial stage of all this!

"How long have you known? How long have you hid this from me?" Jimmy sounded like he was getting upset.

"Hey, I just found out literally twenty minutes before you walked through the front door! I'm still in denial that these are even accurate results!"

"Cindy, these tests don't come up falsely positive," Jimmy responded. "These are accurate."

"Well, that's just great!"

"Cindy, why are you so upset?"

"Because, well… I thought you didn't want any kids," I responded. In all honesty, I wasn't all that upset about being pregnant. I think I was more upset with how Jimmy might respond to all of this.

"No, Cindy, I do want kids. This is wonderful!" Jimmy's positive reaction toward our unplanned pregnancy was actually pretty settling.

"You do?"

"Of course, I do. I mean, having kids right now isn't entirely ideal with our hectic schedules, but we'll make it work for our family. Cindy, we're going to have a baby!"

Jimmy pulled me into a tight hug and I couldn't help but to smile. He was right; we will make this work. We've made everything work before; going away to separate colleges, building our lives and careers in Retroville, even taking the time to make our marriage work. This will work because we both want it to work.

Jimmy pulled away and placed him hand on my flat stomach. He had the largest smile I have ever seen plastered across his face. "Our first child, Cindy. This is seriously the greatest creation we have ever made."

I smiled back at him. I didn't feel the need to answer back. He was right again, and I just couldn't let him know he was 'right' twice in one day.

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