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"That sounds good," I replied, zipping up my suitcase. "I also want to stop by that antique shop we saw on our way here." It was a game of mine, pick an item and try refurbishing them to their old shine. I hadn't had the time to pursue it with Sarah's death and having to take care of Mark and then moving down here, but I was more settled now and I needed a hobby. Something to help me relax.
Becca smiled. "Sure, I'd love to check it out. I just hope we don't get caught up in traffic on the way back."
As we finished packing, I reached for my phone and snapped a few pictures of the cabin to send to Mark.
"I'm sure Mark will be excited to see where we stayed," Becca said, looking over my shoulder at the pictures.
I nodded. "Yeah, he's been bugging me about it ever since we left. He's been so curious about this place."
After double-checking that we hadn't forgotten anything, we loaded our bags into the trunk of the car and then walked back inside to the kitchen to start on breakfast. We needed to leave before traffic filled the roads.
We made breakfast together, slicing and chopping the ingredients we needed, adding a lot of fresh produce to the meal. We had to use up everything we had brought with us for the weekend. It'll go rotten otherwise.
We had just settled down to the meal when the first strange thing happened. Becca became pale, her face sweating like she was heating up but didn't want it to show.
"Are you sure you're fine?" I asked.
She was pushing the food around the plate, her eyes fixed on the pasta on her plate.
"Becca?" I asked, my voice a little louder than before. She stared and looked at me.
"Are you okay?" I asked again. "You don't look so good, baby," I asked, a worried look on my face. Whatever was happening to her, it didn't look good.
"Yeah, I'm good!" She exclaimed, that smile back on her face.
I stared at her a moment and picked up my fork. I had just forked a tomato into my mouth when she scrambled off her chair, pushed it forcefully back, and retched, her hands clasped across her mouth.
I followed behind her, my steps tracking hers to the bathroom. She was retching loudly in there, and when I tried the door, it had been locked. I banged against it, my fists hitting the wooden door with force.
Then I walked away to the bed and dropped into it. Fuck! There was no ignoring any of that, or even pretending I didn't know what was going on. I closed my eyes and placed my hands across my face. After a few minutes, the retching stopped, and the sound of running water filled the room. A few minutes after that, the door creaked open. I sat up and placed my eyes on the door.
I watched as Becca walked into the bedroom, a hand over her mouth.
"Becca, are you okay?" I asked concern etched on my face.
There was no answer for a few moments, and then I heard her voice, weak and trembling.
"I think I'm going to be sick again," she said.
My heart sank. I had seen this before, and I knew what it meant. Becca was pregnant.
She walked into the room and huddled on the floor, her face pale and her hair disheveled.
"Are you sure?" I asked softly. I needed to keep a lid on it. There was a heat strumming through my veins I didn't want to address, not even to myself.
Becca nodded, tears streaming down her face.
I’d asked her, more than once, and now what? A pregnant Becca. I didn't even want to think about Mark's reaction yet. The boy had been through enough and was only now settling down. This was not the time for another upheaval in his life.
I looked at Becca with concern as she sat on the edge of the bed, holding her stomach. "Babe, are you sure you’re, okay? You're looking really pale."
Becca groaned and shook her head. "I don't know, I just feel really nauseous all of a sudden. Maybe it's something I ate."
And there she was, still pretending about it. Just what was her game?
I sat down next to her and rubbed her back gently. "I don't think it's just something you ate. We've been here for a few days now and you haven't felt like this before. Maybe we should go to the hospital and have you checked out."
Becca looked up at me, worry etched on her face. "But we were planning on leaving today. I don't want to ruin our plans."
