Blake smiled as he laid Sadie down on the bed. He had struggled to keep her awake long enough to eat dinner. Blake had chuckled to himself watching Sadie's body shut down until she clonked out, half chewed pizza still in her mouth. Blake pulled the sheet up to her chin and gave her forehead a soft kiss. Her cheeks was filling with colour again and he had a feeling she would be just fine in the morning, after a good nights sleep.
"Sweet dreams Baby." He whispered, giving her one last kiss and closing the door half way.
Blake went back in to the darkening living room and sighed when he didn't see his wife. He could hear her moving around in their bedroom, so he let her be and went to clean up the mess they had made at dinner. Once the dishes were in the dishwasher, he threw out the ruined food he had burned earlier and scrubbed the pots and pans clean. Blake took the leftover pizza and wrapped it up on a plate in the fridge, before he folded the empty box and shoved it in to the recycling bin out the back.
Once the bench was wiped down and Blake had turned the dishwasher on, he switched the lights off, locked up the house and headed back to his room. He knew from experience that sick Miranda could be moody and irrational, so he wanted to get her to sleep, in the hopes that she would wake up less nauseas and vomity.
Blake pushed the door open and frowned when he saw that Miranda was curled up on her side, her hands clutching her stomach. She wasn't crying, but Blake could tell by the way her legs were strained that her stomach was acting up.
"You okay?" He asked as he switched the lamp on and sat down on the bed, placing his hand on her back. Miranda opened her eyes and nodded.
"My stomach feels weird." She said with a sigh and Blake frowned, beginning to rub her back in circles as he propped himself up next to her.
Miranda moaned and closed her eyes as she tried her best to relax in to the bed. The rhythmic rubbing of her Husbands strong hands was settling her body, but her mind was wondering. Blake stayed quiet, figuring she was trying hard not to vomit again, but when she shot her eyes open, Blake raised his eyebrows.
"You okay? You want me to get a bucket?" He asked quickly, pulling back. Miranda shook her head and steadied herself, taking deep breaths.
Blake gave her a minute to pull herself together, before she settled back in to bed and Blake looked down at her, frowning when he saw how miserable she looked.
"Honey, if you don't feel better in the morning I want to take you to the Doctor." Blake said gently, knowing how stubborn she could be and Miranda frowned.
"I'm okay, I'm just seasick." She mumbled, her eyes closing and Blake shook his head.
"It shouldn't last this long. Sadie got seasick too and she's looking much better now. She just needs a good sleep." He argued gently and Miranda sighed.
"Maybe I'm not seasick." She eventually admitted in a small voice and Blake was glad she was finally coming around, but he didn't get what she was trying to say.
"I think you might have a stomach bug. If I take you to the Doctor, they can.." He started to ramble but Miranda shook her head.
"I don't have a stomach bug." She interupted, her eyes still closed and Blake sighed, assuming she was in denial. She would never admit to being sick, it was one of the very few things he didn't like about her.
"Well something is making you nauseas." He tried to convince her, "Honey, you threw up on yourself twice today, something's wrong. We'll go see the Doctor when we wake up."
Miranda sighed again and knew he wasn't going to give it up, unless she either agreed with him or told him what she was thinking.
"I don't think I have a stomach bug." She said again and Blake was about to argue, when Miranda opened her eyes and looked up at him, raising her eyebrows and tilting her head to indicate that he needed to think about it.
"But..." Blake started, but he paused when he saw the look on her face. Miranda took nervous breaths as she watched the look of realisation spread over her Husband's concerned face. His eyes widened when he realised what she was trying to communicate with him. "oh."
Miranda bit her lip as Blake looked at her, a little unconvinced.
"Last time, I was nauseous and vomiting, just like I am now." She tried to explain, still laying on her back, looking up at Blake, who had pushed himself on to his bottom.
Blake tried to mask the expression on his face. He wasn't convinced, but he didn't want to upset her. He knew how much she wanted this.
"Honey, you remember what happened last time we had sex, don't you?" He tried gently and Miranda nodded.
"Pulling out isn't a form of contraception Blake. Stuff still gets in there." She tried to reason and Blake just looked at her for a few seconds. Her eyes were starting to light up and Blake really didn't want to spoil her improving mood, but he didn't think this was the reason behind her sickness. Sure, it wasn't impossible, but the odds were against her.
Miranda looked up at him, here eyes wide and desperate.
"I was on the pill when I got pregnant with Sadie." She reminded him and Blake sighed. He knew she stopped taking the pill after Sadie's 2nd Birthday, but he was fairly sure any ejaculate that got in to her wasn't enough to impregnate her. However, she looked so hopeful and Blake didn't want to let her keep thinking she was pregnant is she wasn't. False hope would just make it worse if she wasn't.
"We can take a test in the morning then." He said gently and Miranda gave him a tiny little smile.
Blake leaned down to kiss her forehead, nervous about how this would play out and Miranda used him as a weight to pull herself up. She slowly stood up and steadied herself.
"All the pharmacies will be closed this late." Blake reminded her and Miranda ignored him, pulling her handbag up on to the bed. Blake watched in confusion as she rummaged through it until she found the pocket she was looking for. When she pulled out a box, she put it on the bed next to Blake and he raised his eyebrows.
"You packed a pregnancy test?" He asked, not sure how he was supposed to feel about it and Miranda just sighed, not wanting to get back on the topic that had caused them so much grief.
"I don't want to argue, please. I just want to know." She pleaded and Blake did his best not to sigh. He gave her his best fake smile and Miranda saw right through it, but couldn't help but smile as Blake picked up the box. He pulled out the test and placed it on her hand, but didn't let it out of his tight grip.
"Take the test, but just remember that we weren't trying. If it is negative, I don't want you to get too upset." He said gently and Miranda sighed in frustration, glad when he finally let her take the stick from his hand.
She went to go to the bathroom, but stopped, her stomach in knots.
"Come with me?" She asked and Blake immediately stood up, knowing it was his job as her Husband to offer this kind of support for her.
Blake put his hand on the small of her back and slowly led her in to the small ensuite attached to their make-shift bedroom. Once inside, Blake sat on the edge of the tub and Miranda took a deep breath, before she pulled her pyjama shorts down. While she peed, Blake waited patiently, seeing that her hands were shaking as she held the stick under her. He didn't care that she was peeing in front of him. After watching her give birth, peeing was the last thing he cared about.
When the flow stopped, Miranda pulled the stick out, put the cap on and pulled her shorts up. Blake watched her stand nervously as they waited, but after 30 seconds, he couldn't stand her fear and hesitation.
"Come here." He encouraged in a gentle tone and Miranda accepted his offer, lowering herself so she was sitting on his thigh, her hands shaking as they gripped the test.
Blake squeezed her gently and rubbed up and down her shaking arms as they waited. The packet said it would take 7 minutes and Blake didn't know how to feel, so he was just trying to suck it up for Miranda's sake.
When the time was close to being up, Miranda was bouncing nervously and Blake kissed her temple to try and calm her. She went to release the tight grip she had on the test, but didn't have the nerve to look at it. Something told her this would work out for her, but she just couldn't bring herself to look down.
"You look." She whispered and Blake took a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for the appropriate reaction, whatever it said. Blake slowly messaged her tight grip open and took the test in to his own hand, not even thinking about the fact that she had peed on it. He knew that whatever it said, they were in this together, so he squeezed Miranda's shaking hip tightly and kissed her forehead before he took a deep breath.
"Shit."