"No, baby; I'm sorry. I didn't know it would make
you sick like this, we should've just asked Mamma fly to
New York for a visit." He helps me up from my perch
in the grass and holds me tight against him, my body trembling at the effort of throwing up, not really relishing at the thought of getting back into the car. I feel like hell, as badly as the first few days of knowing I was pregnant.
"We're only an hour's drive away from Manhattan; we could head back?" Jake seems to read me, as he usually does, but I'm adamant he gets to tell his mother face-to-face. I owe that to him at least. I know how much it'll mean to him to see her reaction first-hand.
"No … I'll take some of the anti-sick pills Nora gave me and try to sleep; that might help. I'll manage. I really want to go Jake." I lea
