“Jo, you’re okay?” Liam walked into the bathroom, seeing her in her usual positing, kneeling on the floor and hugging the toilet. He sat down next to her and rubbed her back. “I’m really not an expert on pregnancies, but I’m pretty sure puking every single day isn’t normal…”
Jo looked at him with big, frightened eyes, and he realized that he only made it worse. “Like I said, I’m not an expert. I mean, maybe it’s not normal, maybe it is, I don’t know…”
Tears were running down her cheeks. “I don’t want to lose her, Liam…”, she whispered.
“That’s not going to happen”, he said, though he had no idea if he was right. He knew about Elizabeth’s numerous miscarriages, so problematic pregnancies seem to run in the family.
“We’ll go to the doctor tomorrow”, he said, squeezing her hand comforting.
The doctor’s appointment the next day went fine, he took blood and said everything looked good so far, but Jo didn’t seem to relax, she was too worried that she would lose the baby just like her mother lost all the babies that came before her.
Shortly after Jo’s birthday Liam had to go to Southampton to interview a possible student for the school. He worried a bit about leaving Jo alone since she was in a very fragile state right now. As soon as the interview was done he went back home as fast as possible. When he entered the big house he walked into Ellen, who had looked out for Jo while he was gone.
“How is she?”, he asked.
“Last time I checked she was sleeping”, Ellen replied, then she took a deep breath. “I know what’s going on…”
Liam wasn’t really surprised anymore, it was kind of easy to tell what was going on, but Jo still insisted on keeping it a secret.
“I’ve been there”, Ellen continued. “Two times. It didn’t hit me as hard as Jo, probably because Jo is younger than I was and physically a lot weaker, but what she really needs now, more than anything, is the support of her husband. You have no idea how important that is for a pregnant woman. Having a caring husband at her side helps much more than any medication. She really needs you, now more than anything.”
Liam nodded. He was very quiet because he had to think of how hard it must have been for his mother to have absolutely nobody at her side while he was pregnant with him.
“I’ll go and check on her”, he said to Ellen, then went upstairs where he found Jo, lying on the bed, a small notebook in her hand. She had her eyes closed and breathed very slowly. Liam carefully took the notebook and his eyes wandered over a few lines where Jo wrote that she didn’t want to lose the baby and all she wanted was to feel Liam’s arms. He closed the book, lay down next to her and put his arms around her. Holding Jo was the best feeling he knew, and he hoped in a couple of months he could hold his child as well.
Jo looked at him with big, frightened eyes, and he realized that he only made it worse. “Like I said, I’m not an expert. I mean, maybe it’s not normal, maybe it is, I don’t know…”
Tears were running down her cheeks. “I don’t want to lose her, Liam…”, she whispered.
“That’s not going to happen”, he said, though he had no idea if he was right. He knew about Elizabeth’s numerous miscarriages, so problematic pregnancies seem to run in the family.
“We’ll go to the doctor tomorrow”, he said, squeezing her hand comforting.
The doctor’s appointment the next day went fine, he took blood and said everything looked good so far, but Jo didn’t seem to relax, she was too worried that she would lose the baby just like her mother lost all the babies that came before her.
Shortly after Jo’s birthday Liam had to go to Southampton to interview a possible student for the school. He worried a bit about leaving Jo alone since she was in a very fragile state right now. As soon as the interview was done he went back home as fast as possible. When he entered the big house he walked into Ellen, who had looked out for Jo while he was gone.
“How is she?”, he asked.
“Last time I checked she was sleeping”, Ellen replied, then she took a deep breath. “I know what’s going on…”
Liam wasn’t really surprised anymore, it was kind of easy to tell what was going on, but Jo still insisted on keeping it a secret.
“I’ve been there”, Ellen continued. “Two times. It didn’t hit me as hard as Jo, probably because Jo is younger than I was and physically a lot weaker, but what she really needs now, more than anything, is the support of her husband. You have no idea how important that is for a pregnant woman. Having a caring husband at her side helps much more than any medication. She really needs you, now more than anything.”
Liam nodded. He was very quiet because he had to think of how hard it must have been for his mother to have absolutely nobody at her side while he was pregnant with him.
“I’ll go and check on her”, he said to Ellen, then went upstairs where he found Jo, lying on the bed, a small notebook in her hand. She had her eyes closed and breathed very slowly. Liam carefully took the notebook and his eyes wandered over a few lines where Jo wrote that she didn’t want to lose the baby and all she wanted was to feel Liam’s arms. He closed the book, lay down next to her and put his arms around her. Holding Jo was the best feeling he knew, and he hoped in a couple of months he could hold his child as well.