Expectation (sequel to WIS)

Prologue

Adalynne walked through a maze of boxes. She'd pack a little here and there to get their stuff ready to be moved into the beach house her husband had bought for her.

She pulled the sleeves of her flannel to her elbows. She walked towards the windows and opened the curtains to let some sunlight in. She opened the windows and decided that the sound of the New York City traffic would make time go by faster.

She wrapped dinnerware glasses in newspaper and placed them in a box. When the box was full, she wrote 'kitchen' in a black permanent marker.

She felt a queasy feeling set in her stomach. She clinched her stomach with her palm and swallowed the contents that was coming from the base of her throat. Adalynne cringed at the horrid taste.

She immediately stood from the floor and ran to the bathroom. She lifted the toilet seat and let out every content that was in her stomach.

When she sat on her bum, she saw her husband walk into the bathroom.

"Baylor, get out."

He looked at his sick wife as she, once again, held her head over the toilet. He pulled her hair back and tried soothing her by rubbing her back.

"This is disgusting," she commented.

"Hey," Baylor spoke, gaining her attention. "Through sickness and health, right?"

She nodded her head and he pulled her from the floor. She stood over the sink and began to brush her teeth to rid the disgusting taste.

"You should take a break, yeah?" Baylor asked as she walked out of the bathroom.

"No, I'm okay."

He sighed as she said that repeatedly after every time she had gotten sick.

"Darling, you need to go to the doctor and figure out what's wrong with you," Baylor said worriedly.

"I'm fine, I swear it." Adalynne sat on the sofa and Baylor gave her a bottle of water.

"Adalynne, you've been throwing up everyday for a week now," he reminded her.

"It's just a bug."

Baylor looked at her from across the room. He retrieved his phone from his pocket and began typing on his phone. He held it to his ear and began pacing around the living room.

"I would like to schedule a doctor's appointment for Adalynne Parker," he spoke into the phone. He shoved his hand into his pocket and watched the cars move on the streets below.

"She has been throwing up for a week now and can't keep anything down."

Adalynne heard mumbling over the phone.

"Okay, thank you." He placed his phone in his pocket.

"You have an appointment at the clinic at 11 tomorrow morning." Baylor sat beside his wife on the sofa and placed his arm over her tan legs.

"Adalynne Parker," he paused and smiled, "that'll never get old."

***

Baylor and Adalynne took the highway early the next morning to make sure to get to her doctors appointment on time. Just a car wreck can cause awful traffic in the big city of New York.

When they got to the clinic both Baylor and Adalynne worked at, they walked in together.

Adalynne walked to the glass window and the lady at the window slid it open.