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
( ... )
Fred snuggled against Wesley as they drove from San Antonio to her parents’ farm. She couldn’t believe in a few days Wesley and her were going to be married. Things were finally falling into place in for them. The agency was up and running, their new home was finished, and she was finally past the first trimester of her pregnancy. That meant no more morning sickness and she was actually feeling human again.
When they got to the farm, Fred took Wesley’s hand, ready to show him where they’d be sleeping when her dad said he had to sleep in the attic. In the attic. “Daddy!” Fred said, narrowing her eyes at him. “That isn’t fair
( ... )
Wesley couldn't even say anything to comfort Fred before he was propelled out of the house by his future father-in-law. With a sinking feeling, he realized that he was being "punished" for getting Fred pregnant before they had got married. Oh, Roger was being affable and polite about it, smiling and offering to help out as he pressed a rake into his hand, but Wesley knew
( ... )
Fred spent most of the afternoon in her old room, pouting and scheming. Whenever her mom came to the door, Fred pretended not to hear her or pretended to be asleep. It was late afternoon when she finally had to leave the room because she was hungry. Going downstairs, she went to the kitchen and started to make herself a sandwich
( ... )
Wesley was pretty sure he never done this much manual labor in his entire life. The Council had insisted on physical fitness, of course, during the academy - something that most Watchers let slack once they were in the field. But this...the exercise regiment they had gone through had nothing on this
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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 they got to the farm, Fred took Wesley’s hand, ready to show him where they’d be sleeping when her dad said he had to sleep in the attic. In the attic. “Daddy!” Fred said, narrowing her eyes at him. “That isn’t fair ( ... )
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