{"id":1101,"date":"2012-11-20T06:00:54","date_gmt":"2012-11-20T14:00:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ravenoustales.com\/?p=1101"},"modified":"2012-11-19T09:33:31","modified_gmt":"2012-11-19T17:33:31","slug":"season-8-episode-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ravenoustales.com\/?p=1101","title":{"rendered":"Season 8, Episode 4"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nIt was still dark when the overwhelming nausea woke Mia up. She\u2019d remembered reading somewhere that morning sickness wasn\u2019t 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\u2019t even remember a time when she didn\u2019t\u00a0 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.<\/p>\n

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\u2019s dinner made its way up her oesophagus and into the porcelain bowl.
\nMia 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\u2026 four\u2026 three\u2026 and there it was. She pushed her hair back and leant forward.<\/p>\n

A knock. The door handle turned. \u201cMia are you in there?\u201d<\/p>\n

Oh my God. I forgot to lock the door<\/em>, Mia thought frantically. \u201cDon\u2019t open the door!\u201d she shouted. But it was too late.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you\u2026 Oh my God! Mia! What\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mia wiped her mouth with some toilet paper and sat down shakily on the floor. Fuck.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou poor darling,\u201d 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.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it food poisoning?\u201d he said, gently pressing the cool cloth against her brow.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFlu?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you caught some kind of stomach bug?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mia shook her head miserably.<\/p>\n

Johnny looked puzzled for a few seconds before an expression of clarity came over his face. \u201cOh. It\u2019s\u2026 wow. You\u2019re\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mia nodded.<\/p>\n

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\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t expect silence.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you going to do?\u201d he said after a few minutes.<\/p>\n

Mia hadn\u2019t been expecting that, either. \u201cI thought we could\u2026 you know\u2026 talk about our options,\u201d she mumbled.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. Right.\u201d Johnny said, swallowing rapidly. \u201cWhat are the options?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mia looked at him in disbelief. Seriously? \u201cOption one, is we keep the baby,\u201d she snapped. \u201cOption two, is we don\u2019t keep the baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. Right.\u201d He swallowed again. \u201cUm\u2026 what do you want to do?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mia couldn\u2019t believe she was hearing this. This wasn\u2019t the same guy that had come half-way around the world to be with her, was it?<\/p>\n

\u201cI had hoped we could make a decision together,\u201d she said coldly. \u201cBut if that\u2019s too much for you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026 no. I just\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat. You just what?\u201d<\/p>\n

Johnny sighed and ran a hand through his hair. \u201cI don\u2019t know. I\u2019m not sure what to say.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t know what to say?\u201d 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\u2019t 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\u2019t like it. \u201cYou\u2019d better think of something soon,\u201d she snapped. \u201cBecause we can\u2019t just put this on ice.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, I know,\u201d he said. He took her hands in his own, and she promptly pulled away. \u201cPlease Mia, you have to understand\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUnderstand?\u201d her voice was trill, bordering on hysterical.<\/p>\n

\u201cCalm down,\u201d he said softly. \u201cThere\u2019s a lot going on right now, and you\u2019re probably feeling very hormonal\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh no you didn\u2019t!\u201d Mia said, cutting him off. \u201cYou 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\u2026\u201d once the tears started to fall there was no stopping them. \u201cAnd\u2026 I\u2026 don\u2019t\u2026 even\u2026 know\u2026 if\u2026 you\u2026 love\u2026 me,\u201d she sobbed.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I love you,\u201d Johnny said. \u201cBut it\u2019s big news, Mia. You\u2019ve known about this for, what, weeks?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mia nodded trying to control the sobs that were wracking her body.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell I\u2019ve only just found out about it,\u201d Johnny said. \u201cAnd I just need a little bit of time to process. I need to figure out a few things, that\u2019s all. \u201d<\/p>\n

Mia nodded slowly and wiped her face with her hands. \u201cWell, let me know when you\u2019ve decided what you<\/em> want Johnny. Because I can\u2019t live like this for much longer.\u201d<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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