Eliza groaned as she rolled over. Her eyes flickered open and she shot up. Unable to make it to the bathroom, she threw up, leaning over the edge of the bed. Thankfully, all the noise and movement woke Alexander as well. He rushed to pull back her hair.

"Eliza." Alexander whispered. "Eliza, is there more coming?"

She nodded profusely and he helped her sprint to the toilet. "Ew" she moaned as he paused from puking out last night's meal. She gagged and more lurched from her throat.

Alexander was quick to wipe her mouth and to keep her hair back, though her layers made it tricky.

. . . . . . . . .

"Uhh," Eliza sighed as she saw light pouring in from the window. Her mouth was dry and tasted bitter, her hair was stuck together in a few places, but she didn't want to think about that, especially when the smell of puke was fresh in the air.

"Wait" she thought, "I should be at work, I should be there before-"

She glanced at the clock, 11am. She tried to scramble out of bed as quickly as she could, but not before her head began pounding. She let herself flop back down.

As she tried to make the pain subside, she thought of the children - did they go to school? How? Eliza always drove them since she needed to work early. Philip did get his licence last week…

She wanted to run downstairs, check each room on they way, call Alexander, call the school, make sure they arrived okay.

Where was Alexander? Work? Probably. She sighed again and checked her phone. The icon for her alarm wasn't in the corner of the screen. Someone must have turned it off.

All the same, her anxieties over her children and husband got the best of her. She sucked up the pain and tried to push it out as she wrapped a bathrobe around her. Padding downstairs, she saw Alexander sitting at the table on the phone with someone.

"I know, I couldn't bring myself to do it though! ... I understand children need watching... no no. I'm very sorry... are you kidding me?! She can't work like this!... Please, don't let this affect her, this was all me... thanks, bye." Alexander hung up and rubbed his eyes. "Stupid American Education System,"

"What have you done?" Eliza asked, her voice scratchy.

Alexander looked up. "Morning, beautiful."

"I don't feel so beautiful."

"Why not? You look as great as you did when we married."

"That's insulting." she mumbled.

Eliza sat down and rubbed her head, in a failed attempt to stop the pain.

"Need anything?" Alexander asked rubbing her back.

"Orange juice, maybe some toast."

"Certainly." he promised. As he got out the toaster and plugged it in, he began to talk, "Children are at school, I called in sick. Tried to do the same for you, but apparently that's not how a teacher does it."

"Of course not." Eliza laughed. "Please tell me you're joking."

"Wish I was with the way that phone call turned out." He said, pouring some orange juice from a pitcher.

Eliza laughed, hoarse, and shook her head. "Did they get someone to cover?"

"Much to their distaste, but yes." Alexander said handing her the glass of juice.

ELiza took a few gulps, ignoring the lingering taste of stomach lining and half-processed food. "Next time have me call Sherry, then you can cancel my alarms."

"I wanted to, but you look so cute and peaceful when you sleep, even after you just threw up at 3am. I couldn't bring myself to wake you!" Alexander whined, buttering the fresh bread. "Jelly?"

"Grape." She said, sitting back. "I could get used to this."

"Not if you don't want your weird gluten free toast every morning." He protested, "had to buy a new toaster just for this kind of bread because of you, Angie, and your stupid allergies." he muttered.

"I heard that."

"Heard what? I was offering you some fresh squeezed orange juice?" Alexander smiled walking over with the toast on a plate in one hand and the pitcher in the other.

"You squeezed this?" Eliza asked, impressed.

"No, that's what the carton said."

Eliza laughed.

The rest of the day, Eliza spent laying on the couch. Alexander sat on the floor next to her, incase she threw up again. But this also included watching all the Rom-Coms she had recorded. Alexander let it slide, just for now. Just under these circumstances.

And so it was, the two of them watching movies and such, and despite the throbbing head and stuffed nose, Eliza enjoyed it.


Did kinda take a line from some tv show i overheard and turned it into a common type of Hamliza story?

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