Black Heart

Sickness

“Healthy baby.” I smiled as he moved the cold device around showing us how much our baby has grown. He placed his hand on the machine then I cod hear our baby’s heartbeat. “This is the baby’s heartbeat. Usually around 12 weeks you’ll be feeling very nausea, that also comes with leg cramps and furthermore.” I nodded slowly moving my eyes towards Don. He looked down at me and smiled. “Here you are.” He had shown us the baby’s head, I was very happy that I was becoming a mother. The radiologists told us everything. He gave us our baby’s photos and we headed home. “Ugh.” I moaned keeping myself from gagging. Since I was pregnant I was sensitive to smells. “What is it?” Don asked causally leaning down onto the door as we stopped at a red light. “I loathe the smell of the car.” Don frowned. “It smells like oranges.” I nodded. “I know.” I rolled my window down and gagged loudly. “What now?” He asked, I rolled my window up and sighed. “It smells like a wet dog and cigarettes.” Don pulled over to the closet store and unbuckled his seatbelt. “What are you doing?” I asked as he opened his door. “What would you like the car to smell like?” he titled his head waiting for an answer. “strawberries.” He nodded and pecked my lips before getting out of the car. I did not manage to change the way he acts but I managed to get through his coldness until I reached his warmth side. After a while he came back with a back. He was slightly running. The tight leather black jeans he had on made him look hotter. He got into the car and handed me the bag. I looked into the bag and smiled. There was chocolate ice cream, cookies and strawberry air fresher. “Thank you.” I opened the freshener and sprayed it. I inhaled the scent in and smiled. But Don looked disgusted. “What is the natter? Do you not like the smell of strawberries?” He shook his head, Don drove off. When we got home he got out of the car and opened my door.

“Mr. Russo, Mrs. Russo.” I slightly smiled as he opened the door for us. “Mr. Russo, Mrs. Russo, I am here to tell you both know that your son has been sick so I rushed him here after school.” His teacher Lisa seemed worried. “What is the matter with him?” I asked placing my things down. “He has a high fever and he has been vomiting a lot. “ I went into Andrew’s room. “Mommy.” He whispered, I sat on his bed and placed my hand on his forehead. “I’m right here.” I turned his fan on. “I don’t feel so good.” He whispered, Andrew was sweating. I think we should have taken him to the hospital. “Andrew.” Don came into the room and went towards Andrew. “Daddy.” Andrew sat up. “Poppins is going to be here soon okay?” Andrew nodded. Poppins? “Can you make him chicken noodle soup?” I nodded and went out of the room. Quickly making chicken noodle soup I go back into the room and hand Don the bowl. “Thank you.” He blew Andrew's and fed him. Don disliked seeing Andrew sick. He’s tried his best to keep that from happening. I went into the living room and sat down. Rubbing my head I sigh. “Goodness.” I looked around and we’re upstairs. I was tired and I want to lie down in Don's comfortable bed. Slowly closing my eyes I fell asleep.

*Don's P.O.V.* I sat in the room with Andrew until Poppins came, his real name was Stewart, he was Andrew’s doctor. Andrew snuggled into my chest and yawned. “Why did you and mommy not have a wedding?” Andrew asked clenching onto my shirt. “we did not want a wedding.” He nodded, he sniffled and gagged. I was about to grab the trash can but he had already threw up on me. “ I-I'm sorry.” I nodded and stood up. “ It's fine “ I had to clean the mess from the floor up. I would change his room but he likes it on the first floor. “Mr. Russo, he is here.” I nodded as he opened the door.