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Nothing Left For Me To Do - Chapter One
It was the nausea that had woken Maureen. The burning sensation from the
stomach acid that was currently rising through her chest prompted her lithe
body to course into action. She pushed the thick blanket away quickly; she
didn't notice the body next to her stir into movement.
The figure of Maureen hurtled towards the bedroom door and hastily pulled
it aside. She barely had chance to fall to her knees as an intense wave of
nausea hit her. Maureen placed her hands around the toilet as her stomach
proceeded to empty its contents into the white ceramic bowl.
A presence emerged behind her but all attention was focused as her vision
swam and she battled to stay consciousness.
A hand pulled her fine black hair away from her face and she could feel
cool, strong fingers brush along her back.
'You okay?' Jim's deep voice questioned as he ran his free along the length
of her back. Maureen's only reply was to lower her head closer to the bowl
and close her eyes.
Maureen shivered inwardly, the iciness of the ceramic tiles her knees
rested upon made her frozen form shake. Jim was now kneeling behind her,
one strong arm around her weak shoulders. He knew what it had been like
when Maureen had suffered from bulimia; he was almost afraid to leave her
alone. This time it was different. This time it wasn't the bulimia making
her ill, this time it was due to her pregnancy.
The timid and drained Maureen raised her self back onto her knees and into
'You okay?' Jim repeated, whispering the question to her left ear. Maureen
offered him a weak smile and small nod, its all she had the energy to do.
Jim tightened his arm around Maureen' s shoulders as he rubbed her round
Six months ago she found out she was pregnant, a concept that had been
completely alien to her 5 years ago. It hard been to accept at first, she
had never gained weight like this before and if she was honest with
herself, it was more then a little scary.
Five long years had passed since that fateful assessment performance at
ABA. Maureen had lost count of the number of times she envisaged herself on
that stage, listening to the sound of the audience holding its breath. She
knew it was the right thing to do, she had been miserable there,
incrassated in a living hell on earth always trying to seek praise from
those around her.
'So you coming back to bed'? Jim's voice shattered her thoughts. Maureen
nodded again as Jim proceeded to lift her to her feet. She turned while the
toilet gushed loudly as her husband guided her gently along the dark
The warm softness of the mattress was a welcome change from the cold
hardness of the bathroom tiles. The thick blankets still held a remainder
of the warmth she had left before her dash to the toilet.
Maureen sank down into the depths of the softness around her and tried to
find a comfortable position to sleep; no mean feat when you are six months
pregnant, Maureen thought to herself quietly. She moved down into Jim's
chest and breathed I that aroma he always seemed to have. This prompted her
husband to once again place his arm around her and hug her body closer to
A/N: Please let me know what you think as this is my first Center Stage
fanfic; honesty is the best tool I can use to improve my writing for the
enjoyment of you guys!