Fred was grateful when Wesley came in to help her. This was awful. She had never liked being sick. “This is so bad,” she whimpered as he wiped her face off. “And it’s only the beginning.” She wanted to curl up and cry, knowing she was going to throw up again. Taking the water from Wesley, she took a few sips of it.
When he asked her if she needed anything, Fred shook her head. “I’ll be fine. Guess I should get use to this,” she said, her hand resting on her stomach. “You should be nice to your mommy! She doesn’t like throwing up, sweetie.” She took another sip of the water and handed the glass back to Wesley. That’s when she noticed that the heels of his hands were red.
“You tripped, didn’t you? I thought I heard something fall and your hands are a little red,” she pointed back as she tried to bite back a giggle. She didn’t think she should laugh but she couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry! I...are you okay, sweetie?” she asked between giggles.
After setting the water aside, Wesley cuddled Fred against him, rubbing his hand up and down her arm. He really did hate the idea that she had to go through all this as part of the pregnancy
( ... )
"I would like that," Fred told Wesley when he suggested getting crackers and clear soda. It had always helped her with upset stomachs when she was a child. It couldn't be any different now. "And some peppermint? One of the brochures said peppermint can calm stomachs too." After giving Wesley a kiss goodbye, Fred watched him leave the room and fell asleep.
"Of course I'll get you some peppermint as well," Wesley told Fred once he got dressed before leaning over to give her soft kiss. "Now, just get some rest while I'm gone. I won't be long
( ... )
When Wesley's arms wrapped around her, Fred clung to him and buried her face against his arm. It took her a moment, or two, to catch her breath before she could tell him what was wrong. "I had a dream about Cordy," she said as she pulled back enough to look Wesley's in the face. "It felt so real, like it was really happening and she was really here
( ... )
At first when Fred told him that she had dreamt about Cordy, Wesley's brow furrowed, wondering if she had dreamt about everything that had happened with their friend being possessed and giving birth to Jasmine. It had been a rather horrifying thing to see happen, especially in retrospect. But then as Fred continued talking, he realized that Fred was talking about the dream more as though she had received a visitation
( ... )
Fred kept her arms wrapped around Wesley. When he brought up that they were going to have a daughter, she nodded her head. "She said a daughter and that if we all stick together, then we would be okay," she whispered as she buried her head against his chest. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this upset.
When Wesley nudged her face up, and asked his question, Fred slowly nodded. "She said she had other things to do but she would come back and visit before she left," she whispered. Her chest tightened up as she realized what Cordy had meant by that. "She's going to die, isn't she?" A fresh round of tears started to fall down her face.
Her stomach started to flip and she took a deep breath. Fred was suddenly feeling sick and tired. She knew part of it was because of the baby, but another part was because of Cordy's "visit". "I need to lay down," she told Wesley as she slipped out of his arms and laid down on the bed. "Lay with me?"
When Fred confirmed that Cordelia had indeed said she wasn't coming back, Wesley felt his throat tighten. Cordy had been his friend for several years now, and even though she wasn't there at the moment, at least he knew that she was somewhere nearby, getting help. Now...now they were finding out that they'd probably never see her again
( ... )
Fred knew she had to believe Wesley's words. They were going to be okay. They had to be okay. "I love you so much, Wesley," she whispered as she relaxed in his arms. It didn't take long for her to fall into a dreamless sleep. She slept the entire night through and when she woke up, Wesley was still asleep so she slipped out of his arms
( ... )
When Wesley felt Fred's lips on his cheek, he stirred and opened his eyes, raising his head to look at her. "What time is it?" he asked, blinking
( ... )
Fred gave Wesley an amused look as he sat up, confused. It was a rare thing for her to wake up before him. Usually, when she woke up, he was already awake and watching her sleep. "It's pretty late, I guess all of us needed some sleep," she said as she placed her hand on her still-flat stomach. She furrowed her brow a little when Wesley said he had been visited by Cordy too
( ... )
They decided to take it easy that day, but after that, things went into a blur. Wesley got some contractors he trusted in to work on the flat on the top floor - contractors with certain...skills that meant that their new home in the hotel would be ready in about one-quarter of the time that normal builders usually took. They also started getting the agency ready for its grand reopening with a new website and new cards
( ... )
When he asked her if she needed anything, Fred shook her head. “I’ll be fine. Guess I should get use to this,” she said, her hand resting on her stomach. “You should be nice to your mommy! She doesn’t like throwing up, sweetie.” She took another sip of the water and handed the glass back to Wesley. That’s when she noticed that the heels of his hands were red.
“You tripped, didn’t you? I thought I heard something fall and your hands are a little red,” she pointed back as she tried to bite back a giggle. She didn’t think she should laugh but she couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry! I...are you okay, sweetie?” she asked between giggles.
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When Wesley nudged her face up, and asked his question, Fred slowly nodded. "She said she had other things to do but she would come back and visit before she left," she whispered. Her chest tightened up as she realized what Cordy had meant by that. "She's going to die, isn't she?" A fresh round of tears started to fall down her face.
Her stomach started to flip and she took a deep breath. Fred was suddenly feeling sick and tired. She knew part of it was because of the baby, but another part was because of Cordy's "visit". "I need to lay down," she told Wesley as she slipped out of his arms and laid down on the bed. "Lay with me?"
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