DrFever Posted August 5, 2019 Share Posted August 5, 2019 I take the 570 Line toward “Blossoms” station. The crowd is surrounding me. But that's normal, it's 5:30 PM. Everybody's going out of office. Everybody? No. My dear Shirley isnt...She's off today....How lucky she is ! But she deserves it : her job of Account Manager @ Barson & Barson makes her a true, busy buisnesswoman, always in suit & high heels, which would perfectly go with her brown hair in a bun and her thin glasses. While listening to some classical music, I take pleasure to imagine her now : Crouched on the sofa watching on the TV, in her old grey suitsweat. So far away from her professional atitude...But gosh she deserves it ! The Bus stops near Apple Lane when I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, interrupting my music. It's her ! The noise of surrounding cars and the tin of hors at the crossroad impede me to hear her first words...but her tone is unambiguous...as well as her words.... - Honey, can you pick some painkiller at the chemistery? I don't feel well and..... Another unambiguous sound comes aggressively to my ears.... - And some floor-washing stuff....I've eaten something bad....or I dunno what... My heartbeat skyrocketed. Shirley and I were dating long enough in order to consider our relationship to be sincere and stable : I've introduced to my family and friends six months ago, and she did the same with hers. And we had congrats from both sides. A good way to start a relationship, isn't it? Or at least a good sign.... - I'm on my way, love ! Give me 5 minutes.... Hanging up the phone, I go at the nearest chemistry and orders a bit of everything : NyQuil, Tylenol, Smectits, as well as oral rehydratation solutions....And if's remain unused, we'll have stock! Paying the bill, I go back home , climbing the stairs to our flat. The door opens with a gringe, my tie swings as a pony tail or a balance but I dont care of my appaearence right now....And it's not an under-the-weather Shirley who will make me remarks.... Putting the medication bag on the table, I go to the bathroom, welcomed by the husky sound of vomiting....How pleasant ! But it's less unpleasant to see Shirely, in her dreamed old grey suitsweat leant on the toilet, having thrown her bowels. - Oh, sweetie. You're here ! I kneel at her height and take her in my arms. Her forehead is heavily sweating. With some toilet paper, I rapidly clean the remains around her lips. She smiles poorly. - C'mon Shirley! With a grunt, I manage to bring her out of the bathroom and to lie her on the sofa. - What's happened, Shirley? How do you feel.... - Horrible...I'm cold and nauseaous.....Perhaps this trifle I've eaten at noon was too much.... With a pout, I fetch a thermometer. An old glassy one with gallium. And a basin...because you not know what can happen.... As the thermometer does its job, I check at the trashcan : No the cream was still edible...And I dont see anything that can be subject to taint or bacterial contamination in our fridge....And I know she stayed at home all day long.... I come back to the sofa and I take the thermometer out of her mouth. - No fever....Shall I call the doctor? - No, dear, it will be allright....My stomach is just grumpy or mad at me.... - I'll fetch you a hot water bottle for your belly...It'll help you - Ohhh you're so sweet.... While going to the kettle, I hear Shirley throwing up in the basin. I fill the bottle with hot water and I come back, putting it sweetly on her belly. - Mhhh that's good.... But with my ordinary clumsyness, I manage to hit her breast. The kick was slow but she hissed abnormaly. - Are you all right? Last week, it wasnt so painful..... I feel she's a bit stunned.. - Last week...last week... - What, “Last week”? A small smile goes on her lips - Last week, Aunt Flo was supposed to come....And she's not.... I blink and time seems to freeze. - You mean.... Her face become enlighted with happiness and, silently, she nods... - Probably.....There's a test in the closet.... I help her going to the toilet and the manage to do the test. 5 secondes. 10 seconds...and the bars. The two bars. We hug silently, exchanging only glances. Giving her a kiss, I bow before her and kiss her belly... No words. It's useless... Link to comment
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