Tales of food, sex and friendship




Season 8, Episode 4

November 20, 2012


It was still dark when the overwhelming nausea woke Mia up. She’d remembered reading somewhere that morning sickness wasn’t meant to last for too long, but she figured the person who wrote that we either a man or had never been pregnant. Either way, it was complete and utter bullshit. She felt as though she couldn’t even remember a time when she didn’t  have to leap out of bed early in the morning to empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl – quietly, so that no one else in the house knew what she was doing.

She pushed herself out of bed as inaudibly as she could, thankful at least for the fact that Johnny was a heavy sleeper. He had never woken during these morning jaunts. The wave of queasiness hit her like a freight train and she retched, clamping her hand over her mouth and running to the bathroom, barely managing to make it to the toilet before whatever remained of last night’s dinner made its way up her oesophagus and into the porcelain bowl.
Mia sank to the floor, groaning. She waited for the second bout of biliousness she knew would be arriving within the next minute or so. At least it was predictable in that way. That was something she could be grateful for. Five… four… three… and there it was. She pushed her hair back and leant forward.

A knock. The door handle turned. “Mia are you in there?”

Oh my God. I forgot to lock the door, Mia thought frantically. “Don’t open the door!” she shouted. But it was too late.

“What did you… Oh my God! Mia! What’s wrong?”

Mia wiped her mouth with some toilet paper and sat down shakily on the floor. Fuck.

“You poor darling,” Johnny said, rushing over and picking her up in his arms as if she were weightless. He carried her back to the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. He ran out again and got a cool, damp cloth and a bucket.

“Is it food poisoning?” he said, gently pressing the cool cloth against her brow.

“Not exactly.”

“Flu?”

“No.”

“Have you caught some kind of stomach bug?”

Mia shook her head miserably.

Johnny looked puzzled for a few seconds before an expression of clarity came over his face. “Oh. It’s… wow. You’re…?”

Mia nodded.

She had expected one of two reactions when she eventually told Johnny she was pregnant. The most desirable obviously was for him to jump up and down in excitement then run joyously through the streets, shouting out their great news to anyone who would listen. The less desirable was for him to get mad with himself for letting this happen (again), tell her that he wasn’t ready to have a kid with her yet, and then offer to drive her to the clinic and pay for half of the abortion. Either of those she could have dealt with.

She didn’t expect silence.

“What are you going to do?” he said after a few minutes.

Mia hadn’t been expecting that, either. “I thought we could… you know… talk about our options,” she mumbled.

“Yeah. Right.” Johnny said, swallowing rapidly. “What are the options?”

Mia looked at him in disbelief. Seriously? “Option one, is we keep the baby,” she snapped. “Option two, is we don’t keep the baby.”

“Yeah. Right.” He swallowed again. “Um… what do you want to do?”

Mia couldn’t believe she was hearing this. This wasn’t the same guy that had come half-way around the world to be with her, was it?

“I had hoped we could make a decision together,” she said coldly. “But if that’s too much for you…”

“No… no. I just…”

“What. You just what?”

Johnny sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I’m not sure what to say.”

“You don’t know what to say?” Mia repeated, incredulously. Of course she wanted Johnny to have input in what happened – it was his kid too – but honestly, either he wanted the baby or not. This wasn’t something you could think on for a few months and then make a decision. Or just see how it went and opt out if you didn’t like it. “You’d better think of something soon,” she snapped. “Because we can’t just put this on ice.”

“I know, I know,” he said. He took her hands in his own, and she promptly pulled away. “Please Mia, you have to understand…”

“Understand?” her voice was trill, bordering on hysterical.

“Calm down,” he said softly. “There’s a lot going on right now, and you’re probably feeling very hormonal…”

“Oh no you didn’t!” Mia said, cutting him off. “You have no right – NO RIGHT – to tell me how I feel! I know how I feel! I feel crap! I feel fat and sick and stupid for letting this happen and…” once the tears started to fall there was no stopping them. “And… I… don’t… even… know… if… you… love… me,” she sobbed.

“Of course I love you,” Johnny said. “But it’s big news, Mia. You’ve known about this for, what, weeks?”

Mia nodded trying to control the sobs that were wracking her body.

“Well I’ve only just found out about it,” Johnny said. “And I just need a little bit of time to process. I need to figure out a few things, that’s all. ”

Mia nodded slowly and wiped her face with her hands. “Well, let me know when you’ve decided what you want Johnny. Because I can’t live like this for much longer.”

She turned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her and locking herself in the bathroom until she heard Johnny leave the house.

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