whirlwind

Six - Morning Sickness

"I have the worst morning sickness and I feel like dying."

Those were the words Benjamin read out loud in the pair's second class of the day, laughing loudly.

They were sitting in the back of the class, and were supposed to be making a tri-fold presentation, that Cara was doing all the work on.

You would think that someone entirely intelligent could be able to help out a little bit more.

While Cara was coloring a Venn Diagram, Ben was reading her text messages off of her phone.

"You sent that to Elizabeth ten minutes ago?" He asked, referring to her text about morning sickness and dying.

"Yes," She replied. "I did. She sympathizes with me, unlike you, who laughs at my cbs."

CBS.

Callaghan Baby Syndrome.

It was an anagram they created so they could talk about her pregnancy without being obvious about what was really happening.

Cara texted Elizabeth daily, she was one of her closest friends.

Another migraine hammered its way into her head, and she closed her eyes, setting down the red sharpie she was using.

Cara let out a groan, opening her mouth to speak when her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Cara, yes?"

"Yes...." she spoke with raised brows.

"Great," the other voice on the line spoke. "You're needed at the main desk, please."

The woman sounded distracted, and quickly hung up. The conversation was weird, but she followed it regardless.

Cara took her bags and headed towards the front office, nodding to Benjamin as she exited the room.

This was very odd to her, but she headed out, surprising emotions flooding through her as she heard some familiar voices of staff.

Turning the corner to the office, she saw a swarm of people.

All of the female adults in the building were crowded around a man, and when he turned around, Cara was surprised who she saw.

Alexander stood, dressed to the nines, an Armani suit on his frame as he politely stood, ignoring the women flocking him.

The office aid who called Cara up to the desk turned to her. "Your uncle here is here to get you for your family's weekly business trip. Have a good time."

Cara raised her eyebrows as Alexander placed a hand on her lower back, leading her outside the doors and into the parking lot.

When they were out of sight, Cara turned and flung her arms around him.

He was quite shocked, but hugged her back nonetheless.

"Thank you for getting me out of there," Cara laughed. "But why, may I ask?"

Alexander held out his phone, leading her to the car and opening the door for her, allowing her to slide into the front seat.

"Elizabeth called me, she said you were having pains," he said.

Cara laughed softly, "yeah, I did tell her that, but I didn't expect her to do anything."

"Hm," Alexander chuckled. "Your slight discomfort is a very large issue to us. We want this pregnancy to go as peaceful as possible for you."

"You all are far too good to me."

She was three months pregnant, and she was barely showing. That was good, as she was able to hide it quite easily.

The only issue was that this baby was high maintenance. She had the oddest cravings, she was always burning up or freezing cold, her morning sickness was out of control, and she had headaches that made her think she was in the Vietnam war.

When they pulled up to the Callaghan House, Cara thanked Alexander once more, then darted inside, taking her usual seat on her favorite couch.

It was right in front of the TV and more times than most, Elizabeth and Cara were watching some type of movie.

The couch was very comfortable, so she always found her way to it.

Now, stretching out on it, Cara covered her eyes with her hand. It was exhausting being pregnant.

"What's wrong, little dove?" She heard Nicolas' familiar voice ask, his knuckles gently grazing her forehead.

She groaned. "You really don't want me to list all my problems, trust me."

She heard him chuckle softly.

"Really, sweetheart, what's going on?"

"Well," she huffed. "I feel like someone's giving me a lobotomy, I'm freezing cold, and I really want some Chinese food."

Closing her eyes and her mouth, she was surprised when she felt a soft pair of lips graze her forehead. Soon after, she fell asleep.

Cara awoke to footsteps, opening her eyes to see a blanket draped over her.

The source of the footsteps was Nicolas, a bag in his hand.

She raised her eyebrows, tilting her head as he set the plastic bag on the coffee table, Nicolas taking a seat beside her.

He turned his head, motioning towards the plastic bag. She opened it up, raising her eyebrows when it was a plate of fried rice and honey tso chicken.

She took it out and eyed it hungrily, turning to Nicolas.

"Bless you."

Nicolas chuckled, shaking his head as he layed back.

She laughed softly, grabbing the plate and sitting back, covering herself with the blanket and beginning to eat the Chinese food that was given to her me.

She ate a few pieces, noticing Nicolas splitting his attention between herself and the television show that was on.

Turning her attention to Nicolas, she wiped her mouth with the napkin.

"Nicolas?"

He looked at her, his lips pursing. "Yes, love?"

"Thank you," she smiled softly. "Genuinely. You didn't have to, but you did."

Cara watched the far corner of his mouth twitch up as he rested a warm and comforting palm on the top of her thigh.

"You're welcome."