One Wild Night

Chapter 1006: Long Day



The following morning, Lucy woke up when a sharp wave of nausea rolled through her, jolting her fully awake.

She clutched her stomach and sat up quickly, her breathing shallow. The queasiness grew worse, forcing her to stumble out of bed and rush to the bathroom.

Tom stirred as he heard her footsteps and the sound of retching from the adjoining bathroom. Concern etched on his face as he hurried out of bed and went after her.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Jewel?" he called softly as he pushed the bathroom door open. Lucy was hunched over the toilet, her hands gripping the edge of the seat as her body convulsed.

"I'm fine," she managed weakly, waving him off between bouts of vomiting.

Tom crouched beside her, gently pulling her hair back and rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles. "This doesn't look fine to me," he said, his voice soft with worry as he filled the sink cup with water and handed it to her to rinse her mouth.

When Lucy leaned back, her face was pale and her forehead glistened with sweat. She shook her head weakly. "I'm okay. I'm sure it's nothing serious."

Once she was done, he helped her to her feet, "Come on, let's get you back to bed," he said, and guided her back to the bedroom with his arm firmly around her waist.

"We have to get ready for work. It's almost time for the alarm to go off," she said, gesturing to the clock.

"You are now your own boss. You can go to the office whenever you choose. Relax," he said as The led her to the bed.

Once she was settled under the covers, he perched on the edge of the bed. "Let me call Harry and ask him to cover for me," he said, reaching for his phone.

"I'm okay..."

"No, you're not. I think your morning sickness has started," he said as he picked up his phone. "It's not a big deal. I'll be okay. You have to go to the office, Tom. I'll manage."

Tom scoffed lightly. "There's no way I'm leaving you like this."

Lucy tried to protest. "You don't have to-"

Tom cut her off with a shake of his head. "No arguments, Jewel. Harry can handle things at the office. My priority is you and our babies."

Lucy sighed, too drained to argue further. It seemed like she had woken up with bone deep fatigue. She leaned her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes as Tom made the call.

"Good morning, Harry," Tom said into the phone.

"To what do I owe this pleasure? Did you dream of me?" Harry asked as he moved away from the bedroom where Jade was still fast asleep.

Tom smiled, "I need you to take over today. Lucy's not feeling well, and I can't leave her alone."

"What's wrong? Is it the pregnancy symptoms?" Harry asked with concern.

"Yeah. I think so. You can have them push back the meeting with Mr Blackwood and the others."

"Sure. Focus on Lucy. I'll handle things here," Harry assured him.

"Thanks," Tom said before hanging up.

Tom turned his attention back to Lucy."You should try to sleep while I go down to prepare your breakfast," he suggested.

Lucy wrinkled her nose. "The thought of food is making me sick," she murmured.

Tom frowned. "But you need to eat something, Jewel. Your ulcer won't take this lightly, and neither will the baby."

Lucy groaned softly. "I can't even think about eating right now. And..." She hesitated, her voice dropping. "I think my mouth is producing excessive saliva right now," she said as she rose to go spit some out.

Tom's expression softened. "Alright," he said, kissing her forehead. "I'll find something that might help with the nausea, and I'll get you a container for the spits so you don't have to go to the bathroom too often. I read ladies get stuff like that."

As Lucy headed for the bathroom, Tom hurried downstairs, and with the help of Samantha and the dietician he had employed he brewed a weak ginger tea and poured it into a small thermos. He also grabbed a clean, colored sippy water bottle, rinsed it thoroughly, and brought everything back to the bedroom.

When he entered, he heard her retching in the bathroom and he set the items on the nightstand before going to join her.

His heart ached at the sight of her looking so small and fragile by the toilet bowl, her skin pale and her hair clinging to her damp forehead.

He handed her a cup of water and towel again. "Jewel, are you sure we shouldn't go to the hospital? You look-"

"I'm fine," Lucy interrupted as she took them from him, "Morning sickness is normal. It'll pass," she said before rinsing her mouth and flushing.

Tom exhaled, clearly unconvinced. "If you say so, but I'm still not leaving your side."

He helped her back to the room once again and handed her the sippy cup. "You can spit into this even when you're in public, no one would know."

Lucy turned her head slightly and spit into it, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I hate this," she muttered.

Tom patted her back. "It will pass."

She leaned against him, her voice muffled. "While talking to Sony last night I was feeling smug about not having morning sickness. Then it hit me, like the universe was saying, 'Not so

fast.""

Tom laughed softly. "I heard it's usually like this with first pregnancies."

Lucy managed a weak smile. "Maybe it's to discourage ladies from wanting more kids." Tom nodded. "I agree. I don't think I want to see you going through this more than once." "Well, this is just the beginning. Let's wait and see if it gets better or maybe there's a fun part to it. There has to be a reason some ladies keep popping out babies," she said, and Tom chuckled, glad that she could make jokes.

Tom cuddled her close for a moment and after a while, he asked, "Are you sure there's nothing you feel like eating? Maybe I can make you a smoothie? Something light?"

Lucy wrinkled her nose but nodded reluctantly. "I guess I could try."

"Perfect. I'll make one for you," Tom said, his determination evident. He kissed her temple before heading back to the kitchen.

As he made his way to the kitchen, Tom texted Amy to let her know that Lucy wouldn't be coming to work and she could handle things.

He didn't want her to worry about the company while she was feeling so unwell.

After preparing a simple banana, apple and watermelon smoothie, Tom returned to the room and found Lucy reclining against the pillows, her eyes closed and the glass of ginger tea was

empty.

He set the smoothie down and kissed her cheek. "Jewel, I let Amy know you'll be resting today. Now, try this," he said, handing her the glass.

Lucy took a tentative sip, resisting the urge to gag. "It's not bad," she said even though she really didn't feel like drinking it.

"Why do you then look like you want to throw up?" He asked, and she grimaced.

"I don't think anything can stay down. But since you made it I feel compelled to take it," she

said as she leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Take only a few sips. You don't have to finish it," he said, and Lucy took a few sips.

"See? I knew you could do it," Tom said, his voice full of encouragement as he took the glass

from her.

Lucy Despite the fatigue and discomfort, she felt a sense of comfort in Tom's unwavering

care.

"Thank you," she murmured.

Tom smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "For you and our little ones..." before

Tom could finish Lucy hurried out of bed and made a beeline for the bathroom.

Tom groaned as he went after her. It was going to be a long day.