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I don’t know what to say. I thought I was doing okay. “I have been trying my best. It’s just hard to eat and then keep food down. I will do better.” I try to sit up, but Jack presses me back on the pillow.
“Just rest, okay,” he says. “The doctor says if you can’t keep food and water down, you may need to be admitted. For you and our baby’s sake.”
Jennie strokes my arm. “Jack and I are thinking it might be a good idea if you take a leave of absence and maybe move in with him for a bit.”
“Just until you are feeling better,” Jack says. “No pressure after that.”
Move in with him?My mind races. This is all happening too fast. I press a protective hand to my belly. I have to think of the baby.
I’m silent for a moment. Then, “Okay, just until I get better.”
The next two weeks roll by. The hospital keeps me overnight and, as promised, Jenn and Jack start moving my things into Jack’s apartment. I take time off, which, honestly, wasn’t an entirely terrible idea. I’m starting to feel better.
Under Jack’s watchful eye, I have no choice but to remember to eat and stay hydrated. He cooks every night when he gets home and makes sure there’s food for me in the fridge while he’s at work. I can’t be mad at it. Maybe the hospital visit scared him. I don’t know. But either way, he really cares about my well-being. For that, I’m thankful. Jack’s being reliable. He’s coming home after work. He’s not going out drinking. It really is like he’s a different guy altogether.
This evening Martin is at another sleepover and I decide to make pasta again. Jack’s home from work, but his nose is still in his laptop.
“Hey, you,” I nudge him on the shoulder. “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”
“Oh, haha. I see what you did there.” He grabs my waist and sits me on his lap.
I can’t help but laugh. “I made us some pasta. You hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Extra mushrooms just for you,” I tease.
“That’s nice, dear,” he jokes. “Let me just update my will.”
“Yes, go ahead.” I laugh. “Your heir is in my womb, Jack. I will automatically be a part of your will,” I said grandly. “It’s a perfect plan … kill you and then run with all your money.” I give a comically evil laugh.
“Oh, you bad girl,” he says. He gives me a little spank on my backside. “Daddy’s gonna have to spank you later.”
I kiss him and his hands start to roam immediately. I push him away, sliding off his lap. “Come on,” I say. “I’m hungry. Let’s eat. Go wash up and don’t take too long. You don’t want me passing out again.”
“Never again.” He stands up and kisses my forehead.
I walk to the kitchen to finish the pasta while Jack washes up. He returns, wearing the same flannel pajamas he’s been wearing all week.
“Do you not have any other pair of pajamas?” I ask.
He looks down at himself. “What’s wrong with these? I like these. They’re comfortable and roomy in the crouch. You know how rare that is for a pair of PJs?”
I just chuckle and bring him his bowl of pasta. “They’re just like you. Roomy in the crouch.” I kiss him on the top of his head and sit down to eat with him.
“Mm, delicious,” he says just after eating a forkful.
“Thank you. I mean, it’s better with mushrooms but… It passes.”
“Well, let me be the first to thank you for not killing me tonight,” he grins.
“My pleasure,” I say with a chuckle.
“How was your day?” he asks. The old Jack rarely asked how my day was, nor did he take the time to talk about the little things in life.
“It was a good day,” I answered. “Boring, but I think uneventful is a good thing, considering. How was yours?”
“Busy. I’m exhausted,” he says.
