28: Feverish conditions

We didn't return back to Miami after the Incident of me being kidnapped.  Instead Damien said we should live out our remaining weeks in the Phillipines.

We arrived in Miami two days ago and Damien made sure to arrange an appointment with the doctor.  We went yesterday and it was all good.  The baby was fine and in perfect health.  Although, I was told to reduce my rate of panicking and thinking too much as it could affect the baby.

This morning, I work up with Damien telling me to quit my work until I put to bed but I'm not buying that. I'd rather go out and exercise myself that stay chocked up in the house doing nothing but sharing recipes with Rose.

"Don't be stubborn over this" Damien gritted his teeth.

"I can't just stay home Damien. I would loose my mind"

"This isn't about you Jay, it's about the safety of our baby. Stop being selfish and start thinking about others!" He yelled before walking into his study and shuttting the door behind him.

Damien and I haven't been on good terms since we returned from Boracay and it's the case of me not going to work. We turned into quarrelling birds.

He should try to see from my point of view. It's easy for him to say I should stay home but I can't imagine myself doing nothing for four bloody months.

My mom picked up her phone on the second ring and I was grateful she even picked at all. She and dad are on a break at a resort downtown Miami. I hear it's pretty cool there.

"Oh honey.  It's so good to hear your voice" mom chimed. There were voices in the background and I'm guessing they aren't in their suite. Probably out on some adventures. My parents have been one to love exploring.  I bet mom has tried all the foreign foods there.

"Me too mom" I hummed and there was a long pause before she spoke.

"Honey you're not alright are you? And don't even think of lying to me and telling me you're fine" she gritted.

She knows me so well. She's my mom after all.  When I was little and I got sad or scared, I usually hid under my bed until she'd come get me and then we'd eat lots of popcorn together.

"Baby"

"Mom...it's nothing serious it's just after everything that happened in Boracay, Damien thinks I should stay home"

Yes I told my parents how I was kidnapped and everything. My mom almost had a heart attack but she recovered when she understood I was fine and there was no harm done.

"Honey...he's thinking about your safety and the baby's" her voice was calm and soothing but I was nervous as hell.

"I can't stay at home. I'll just loose my mind mom.  For four months!"

"If it's to make sure your healthy and the baby is healthy isn't it worth it?"

"It is" of course it's worth it but I'm fine and I won't break my ankle while walking down the stairs. I can handle myself. Ok now I think about the ankle breakin, I cringed.

"All I'm saying is that you should trust Damien. He loves you and that child your carrying. If he thinks it's best you stay home, you should"

I sighed. "But..."

"Let's see it this way dear, if Damien was the one pregnant and he was told to stay home but he refuses, how would you feel? Every time you're at work, your thinking about him all the time and if he's ok. That alone is a lot of stress"

I never saw it like this. I smiled even though my mom can't see me. How does she always manage to tell me the right things.

"Thanks mom. I see it now. I was such a bitch to him" thinking about our little matches since two days now, I feel like the world's greatest idiot.

Staying home is probably the best for me until I pop my little duckling.

"Apologize to him Jay" mom's voice boomed through the speaker. I'd almost forgot she was still there. There were voices in the background and mom spoke to someone I'm assuming is dad.

"I will mom. Bye and say hi to dad for me"

"Will do honey" she said and quit the call.

I made my way for Damiens study, hoping that he as in a better mood and I still have a slight chance of saving my marriage. I hate fighting with Damien.  When I do, it's like everything else goes wrong.

I stopped in front of his office door and knocked twice but there was no reply so I pushed the door opened slightly. He wasn't in. His desk was empty and his laptop was shut close.

I made my way for our bedroom.  That has got to be the next place to check.

The door was already half opened and Damien almost never does that. I went in through the little crack at the door and shut the door behind me.

"Damien" I walk past the first side of the room where a shelve of books and a comfortable couch sat. Damien was on the bed. He was still in his work clothe and he was laying on his back.

His tie was loosed a little bit and his shirt was untucked.  He still had his shoes on.

"Damien" I took more steps  to him and sat on the bed. His left arm was above his head covering his eyes while the other lay at his side. Something wasn't right.

His laboured breathing and the sweat I saw on his forehead made me place my palm against his forehead.  Oh my gosh! He's burning up.

"Jay...go. Don't come close to me" he muttered. I could barely hear him. I rushed to the bathroom to wet a piece of clothe and then I came back to him and placed it on his head.

His lips were moving but I couldn't hear a thing he was saying. I pressed the clothe to his head and his hand grabbed mine.

"Call our doctor" he whispered and I hurriedly picked the room phone dialing doctor Smiths number. He picked on the first ring.

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"It's a good thing you called me quickly" doctor Smith said. He placed his kits back in his bag and then turned to me. "He has a fever but it should be down in some few days."

"Is that all?" I was full on biting my lips now.

"He needs lots of rest.  Stress is a killer on It's own"

I wished Damien was awake to listen to this now. Maybe he'd listen to me when I tell him to take a break sometimes.

"Also, here are some drugs I wrote down. You can get get them at the pharmacy"

"We have one just some blocks away" I said. I could manage to drive there and get the drugs along with some other things he might need.

"Perfect then. He would be fine" Doc Smith got up taking his bag with him and I walked him out the door. I quickly scrabbled a note for Damien in incase he wakes up, telling him that I went to get drugs.

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I knew I shouldn't have said hi to the man behind the counter. He kept smiling like a sleazbag at me. After I got the medicines,I proceeded to the mall to get some stuff. I'm not even sure exactly what I bought but I know they're important.

I walked by the counter again and the man grinned at me. I'm pregnant you idiot ! I wanted to yell at him but I didn't because it was clearly obvious.  He's probably a nut, old ignorant pervert.

When I got back to the house I went straight to the kitchen laying out things for making hot soup on the table. I think feverish people are given soup. I'm not sure cause I've never been sick but I've seen it in movies and read it in books.

He door to the bedroom was a bit opened as I made my way in with a tray of soup and his medicines.

Damien was still laying with his hand over his eyes but I could tell he's awake. He held my note in his hand which was rested on the bed.

"I made you soup" I placed the tray gently by the bedside drawer.

"Jay, you can't be here" he muttered.  His voice was hoarse so I handed him the glass of water on the tray. He sat up a bit and took big gulps. His body was still heated up and it was shaking because it's getting worse.

"What do you mean? I'm not leaving your side" I said and gave him his medicines.  He drank those too. "Have the soup"

"You have to. I don't want  you getting sick because of me. It's highly contagious" Damien mumbled.  Somehow, I was picking out everything he was saying.

"I'm not leaving you. For sickness and sorrow remember?"

Damien stared at me for sometime and I think he's going to smile but he can't muster up the strength. He just drank the soup quietly until it was almost finished, then he placed the plate back on the tray.

"I know baby. But again, this is not about you. If your sick, it could risk everything" he said and I nodded. The baby. I have to think about the baby.

"You can stay at our new home till I'm alright" he muttered.  I barely got that one.

"I'll just stay with Chloe.  I'm not moving in there without you" it was the Mansion he showed me days before we travelled to Bracey. We were supposed to move into it this weekend.

"Fine. I don't want you on your own anyway" he said and shut his eyes. I stared around the room for some minutes before I started taking his shoes off.  He was still in work clothes.

I helped his tie out of his neck and then his shirt and pants. Then I covered him with a blanket.

I went to pack the few things I'd be needing with me in Chloe's house. Just some few things. The fever won't last more than three days or four and now I think about it, I can't stand leaving Damien alone.

I zipped my little stay over bag and walked to the side of the bed, planting a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

"I love you"

I scribbled a note down telling him I've left to Chloe's before leaving the room with my bag in hand. I'll call Rose in the morning and she'd take care of him from then on.