Amelia groaned and pulled her legs up to her chest, breathing deeply as the pain ripped through her stomach. A cool hand came into contact against her bare shoulder, rubbing her hot skin softly.
"Oh god, "she groaned, burying her head into the leg it rested upon. "Just kill me now. Let me die!"
Chris snorted, "I'm not going to kill you, Mia," earning a partial growl that turned into a whine. "Did you take anything?" he asked.
She shook her head, "I can' t keep anything down."
"Just keep breathing through the pain, " he said, moving to stand up. "I'll go make some tea."
As he disappeared into the kitchen, Amelia laid on the couch gripping her stomach tightly. Gritting her teeth, she panted lightly as the creeping feeling of nausea started up again. With a shuddering gasp, she jumped off the couch and flew down the hall, scrambling into the bathroom and over the toilet.
Chris was met with the sound of gagging and whimpering, as he quickly moved down the hall to the bathroom. Once he spotted his her kneeling over the toilet, he quickly moved into action. He grabbed a cup by the sink and filled it with water, grabbing a towel and crouching down next to her.
"Drink this slowly," he said, holding the cup next to her mouth. "That's it, easy."
Amelia took one sip before gagging, her head quickly hovering the toilet as the water ended up in with the rest of the contents of her stomach. Chris cursed lightly, as she started to sob.
"It hurts! It hurts!" she cried, coughing and spitting the vile substance from her mouth.
"I'm taking you to the hospital," he said, standing up. "You're burning up and I can't even get any liquid into you."
She didn't protest as he used the house console to dial Starfleet Medical, requesting an immediate appointment with Philip Boyce. Ten minutes later, Amelia was lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV and watching as Chris and his friend spoke quietly at the foot of her bed.
"I'm right here you know," she mumbled, as they both turned to look at her. "Last time I checked, I was the patient."
Philip chuckled, "Chris was just telling me about your symptoms," he said, as she huffed.
"I know my rights."
Chris snorted, "This isn't a holding cell," he moved to her side. "How are you feeling?" he asked, pushing her hair away from her face.
"Like shit," she sighed, closing her eyes as his hand caressed the side of her face.
Philip pulled a chair over and sat down, pulling her file up on the PADD. "When did this start?" he asked, looking up at her.
"I came home Thursday and felt a little funny; nauseous and a really bad headache. Went to be around seven and woke up this morning feeling worse."
Chris nodded, "Had one bite of toast and ended up hugging the toilet for two hours, before taking a short nap. Then I got her to eat some soup, but then she got worse."
Philip nodded, "Amelia, when was your last period?" he asked, tapping away at the PADD.
The teacher and Captain both gasped, eyes wide as they stared at each other. Philip looked up when he didn't receive an answer, his eyes glancing between the two. Amelia shook her head, "Uh, January 12th," she cleared her throat.
Philip nodded as he took the information down, before setting the PADD onto the table. "I'm going take some blood and run a few tests," he moved to grab the needed supplies. "I should know in a few hours what's causing your discomfort."
Chris and Amelia watched in silence as the blood was drawn and placed into test bags, and remained in silence as Philip left the room. Finally, once the shock started to wear off, Chris finally spoke.
"What if you're pregnant?"
Amelia rested her head back against the stiff pillows, "Then this kid is grounded until they're eighteen."
When she didn't hear him laugh, her concern grew. Turning to look at him, she reached out for his hand, which he took quickly. "What would we do?" she asked.
Chris shrugged and the question. They'd been together for almost nine months and she'd recently moved into his place, which caused their close friends and his sister to whisper about a wedding in the future. While they were all caught up in the sudden shift from living apart to together, they never talked about children.
"Do you want kids?" he asked, as she played with the edge of her medical gown.
Amelia shrugged, "I'd like to have one or two," she said quietly, glancing up at him.
Chris nodded, "If you're pregnant we'll get through it," he shrugged. "How bad could it be?"
"Is that your way of saying you want kids?" she asked, frowning slightly.
Moving from the chair up to the bed, Chris wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Yes. This is my way of saying I want kids."
Two hours later, Philip returned with results. It was the flu, most likely picked up from one of her students. No baby. Once Phil was assured that Amelia could keep some food and a decent amount of liquid down, he signed off her release with a doctor's note for work, antibiotics and Chris' word that he would make sure she got enough rest.
"I don't want to see you back here for this!" he warned, as Chris walked her out of the room.
Once they returned to the house, Amelia was tucked into bed in fresh pajamas and loaded up on the first dose of her medicine. Chris set a bucket next to the bed and turned the ceiling fan on to cool her off.
"I'll be back with tea and I'll join you," he said, kissing her head lightly. "We still need to talk about our baby situation."
She smiled softly, "Good," she nodded. "Because your answer has to be a lot more convincing than that, Chris."
A wet hacking cough filled the bedroom, followed by a stream of curses, as the Captain pulled the blankets up over his head.
"Come on, Chris," Amelia said softly. "One more and I'll leave you alone."
The blankets moved down and he peeked out at her, watching as she stirred the flavorless broth around with the spoon, making him shudder.
"That should be banned from this world," he said, eyeing the bowl with disgust.
She snorted, "I know, but Phil said you need to eat it," she shifted on the bed. "It's loaded with vitamin boosters."
Chris groaned as he pushed the blankets down, sitting up slowly. He allowed her to spoon-feed him the foul meal, already planning the message he would send to Phil later that evening. Pleased, Amelia set the spoon back onto the tray and stood up, moving to the dresser. She then moved back to the bed and held the blankets up as he snuggled down under them.
"I'll give you this," she said, picking up the hypospray. "And then you can take a nap and if you eat a little bit of dinner, I'll give you ice cream."
Chris snorted before his body was seized with a hacking cough, groaning as his lungs rattled in his chest. Amelia rubbed his back softly, reaching out for the jar of vapo-rub.
"I told you to wear a coat," she shook her head, rubbing the eucalyptus scented cream on his chest and under his nose. "Next time you'll listen to me."
"Yes, Mom," he coughed.
Once the hypospray was administered, Chris was tumbling into unconsciousness.
The first time Amelia and Chris got sick together, ended up being the best time of their lives. Andrew and Catherine had both gotten over their bought with the strep throat and bronchitis with a week home from school and a run down mother. When Monday morning rolled around, Amelia woke up with a sore throat as two energetic kids ran around the house.
Once the kids were off on the bus to school, Chris woke up with a nasty cough and fever. By eleven, they were both in bed shivering, coughing and groaning in pain.
"They took us down," Amelia groaned, wincing at the pain in her throat. "This is a first."
Chris coughed, "I thought they loved us."
Amelia reached for her now cold tea, taking a quick sip to ease the pain. "Should I call Liz? Have her pick up the kids from school?"
"I say leave them there," he groaned, pulling the blanket up. "They got us into this mess."
When two o'clock rolled around, Chris and Amelia were passed out. Both woke with startled reactions- a cough from him and a groan from her- as their children ran around downstairs. Ten minutes later, Liz was standing in the doorway to their bedroom, chuckling at the sight of them.
"I'll make some tea and bring medicine up," she said, before disappearing.
Once they had medicine in their system and tea in their hands, the couple sat up in bed with the support of many pillows, as they told Liz what the kids could and couldn't eat.
"Make sure they're in bed by eight and that all their homework is done," Chris said, coughing into a tissue.
"Are you sure you're alright with this? You don't have to take them for the week," Amelia said, before taking another sip of tea.
Liz pulled the curtains closed, "It'll be fine! You two need your rest so I can return to over-excited children to their parents on Sunday."
Andrew and Catherine came up a few minutes later, standing in the doorway of their bedroom. Liz stood behind them, watching as they said goodbye and promised to be good and mind their manners.
"We're sorry for making you sick," Andrew said, looking down at his feet.
"It's alright baby," Amelia said. "It was bound to happen someday."
Liz bent down to pick Catherine up, "Alright kiddies! Lets get going!"
"Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!" Catherine squealed, waving at them.
Chris gave her a weak wave, "Bye Princess," he murmured, covering his mouth to quiet the cough.
When the front door slammed shut, they were left alone in a quiet house for the first time in two years. The spent the first half of the week sleeping on and off, before making their way downstairs to eat and make more tea. They showered and changed the sheets on their bed, before bundling back up after large doses of hypos and watched television. By the time Friday rolled around, they both started feeling better. Chris' cough was less prominent and Amelia's throat wasn't as sore as it was on Monday.
"This is the longest we've been away from the kids since Catherine was born," Chris pointed out that night, as they played a game of cards on their bed.
Amelia chuckled, "What a wonderful vacation," she picked up a car. "Two of us tucked up in bed, unconscious for most of it."
"I'm surprised we haven't killed each other yet," he reached for the mug of tea. "We're both miserable when we're sick. I figured that together we'd rip each other apart."
Pulling her hair up into a bun, Amelia set her handful of cards to the side and laid back against the pillows. "Good thing we didn't," she sighed. "I'd miss you too much."
She then grinned, beckoning him over with her fingers. "Hi," she whispered, as he leaned over her, giggling as he kissed her cheek.
"How about," he kissed her shoulder. "We do our own "medical healing" and go to bed?" he asked.
Amelia bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that ultimately escaped. "I'd like that a lot," she gasped, as his fingers moved under the hem of her shirt. "I'd really like that."
"Mommy's tired, Cat."
"No! I wanna play with Mommy!"
Chris sighed as the three year old stomped her foot, crossing her arms at her chest and pouting. Andrew took off running to the living room when his sister started her temper tantrum, leaving Chris alone to deal with it.
"Catherine Elizabeth!" he warned, as she let out a shriek.
"I WANT MOMMY!"
Then the tears started, rolling down her face in fat blobs. He bent down and scooped her up into his arms, kissing her chubby cheeks as she wiggled around.
"She's sleeping, baby."
"Now she's awake."
Chris turned to find Amelia shuffling into the kitchen, yawning as she made her way over to them. "What's wrong, Kitty Cat?"
Catherine leaned forward, holding her arms out and making a grabbing motion with her hands. Amelia took her into her arms and kissed the side of her head, wiping the tears.
"I want to play," she whimpered.
"Okay," Amelia said softly, setting her down on the floor. "Go to the play room and I'll meet you there in a minute."
Catherine took off running, yelling for Andrew to come with her. Once their footsteps could be heard on the staircase, they both let out a sigh.
"You should be sleeping," Chris said, as she stepped closer to him. "Doctors orders."
Amelia laughed against his chest, "When has Phil or Leonard's orders ever stopped me?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. "Or you?"
Chris chuckled, "That's true," he shrugged. "But who knew this would be the result of a week cooped up in bed?"
She looked down as Chris rubbed her ever-expanding belly, the tiny mound stretching outwards. Placing her hand on top of his, they both felt the tiny flutter within, pushing against their joined hands.
"I hope to god I feel better when the third trimester starts," she groaned, resting her head against his shoulder. "I'd like to keep all that food down for once."
"Did you take your vitamins today?" he asked, suddenly remembering how late it was.
She nodded, "I did. All twelve of them," she made a face. "Next time we fool around, we really need to do it safely. I don't think I can do another nine months of this."
He chuckled, "Next time we're sick for a week, we'll sleep in different rooms."
Amelia laughed, "Come on," she took his hand into hers. "Lets get these kids tired out so I can go to bed."