Morning Sickness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
She wasn't sure if Howl was playing a trick on her...

Submitted: April 21, 2014

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The morning sun peeked through the stainless windows of their cozy bedroom.  As Sophie rolled over onto her right side, slightly awoken from morning's call, her body met the touch of her lover, Howl.  She smiled, letting out a sigh of content as she snuggled into his warmth.

"Good morning, my love," Howl whispered into her hair.  She could only allow another sound of delight escape from her.  How could she not be happy?

"Good morning, Howl," Sophie replied.  The handsome wizard pecked her forehead with the lightest of kisses, causing her to blush.  Her brown eyes opened and met light blue irises that seemed to smile back at her.  "What is it?" she asked him as he said nothing.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to his body.  Their bodies created an uncomfortable heat -- a bit too hot for Sophie -- but she ignored her discomfort and snuggled into him.  She inhaled and relished his perfect scent.  A warm chuckle escaped Howl's lips at the gesture.

"I'm simply enjoying this beautiful morning with the love of my life," Howl finally answered.  "I still can't be sure if I'm dreaming or not."  He flipped her onto her back and hovered over her and smiled.  "I'm not dreaming, am I, Sophie?"

"Not at all."  She laughed as he grinned at her.  Howl reached down to play with a strand of her starlight colored hair, amused by the dusty pink blush sprinkled on her cheeks.  "If this was all a dream, I don't know what I'd do with myself."

His hand left her short locks and found her left hand, specifically her ring finger.  He kissed the top of her hand delicately, as if she might break, and remembered the evening when she told him, "Yes" when he proposed.  He pictured Markl's face as it gleamed with happiness, the way Hein whooped with delight, and how even the Witch of the Waste seemed to smile upon their new life.  

Sophie returned the gesture, taking his left hand into her tinier right hand.  She twirled the silver band around his finger and pecked it.  The man chuckled.  

"It's incredible to realize how happy I am with the simplest of moments I get to share with you, Sophie," he told her with a confident voice.  "I wouldn't trade any of our moments together for anything."

"Neither would I."

The couple kissed each other quickly and passionately, then simultaneously decided to get up for the day.  Howl had lessons to teach to Markl, and Sophie would be busy all day cleaning and enjoying the beautiful sky.  

As Sophie's bare feet touched the wood floor, all of a sudden her stomach flopped.  Her smile disappeared as she ran to the bathroom she and Howl shared.  She made it to the toilet just in time to throw up; she didn't spill any contents onto the floor, to her delight.

"Sophie?"  She couldn't answer to Howl's concerned voice, nor could she turn to see him as she heard his heavy footsteps come running to aid her in any way.  In her periphery, she saw him kneel beside her.  He pulled the short strands away from her face and used his other hand to rub her back.  

When she finished puking, she rose to her feet and washed out her mouth, drying her lips on the towel once she was rid of the horrid contents.

"Sophie, what's wrong?  Are you sick?" Howl asked as he put his hands on her shoulders.  She shook her head, also baffled by her morning sickness.  This had been the fourth time in a row... every morning she's thrown up.  She could barely hold any food in, too.  What was wrong with her?  "Do I need to get some medicine for you?"

"I... I don't know," she answered honestly.  "It's the strangest thing, Howl.  The past four mornings, I've been like this."

She looked up into his crystal clear eyes, a hint of worry was in them.  His mouth turned into a thin line as he thought.  He figured something must be wrong for this to continue to happen.  He dropped his hands from her small shoulders and leaned onto the sink.

"I'm going to take you to the doctor, okay?" he said.  She nodded.

"I think it would be best."

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Sophie approached the heavy doors of the doctor's office with a hesitant expression on her face.  She felt as if the answer were so simple, but she couldn't put her finger on it.  The symptoms weren't major, per se, but she needed to get a professional answer.  Howl even agreed to that; he wasn't a doctor, he was a wizard, so he wasn't completely sure what was wrong.

As she passed an old woman in the waiting area, she spoke with the lady at the counter.  The woman turned to look at her and smiled.  

"Hello, miss.  May I help you?" she asked Sophie.

"Um, yes.  You see, I haven't been feeling well the past four days," she explained.  "I need to see the doctor.  I think it may be a stomach virus."

"The past four days?" the woman repeated.  Sophie nodded.  "Hm... alright, I'll make sure the doctor sees you right away."

"Thank you."  

Sophie sat down in a chair, isolating herself since she didn't know if the possible virus was contagious.  The old woman, who sat diagonal from her, smiled.  Sophie smiled back, unsure why the old woman gave her the expression.

In practically no time, the doctor stepped through and called for Sophie into his office.  She entered first into the room and sat quietly on the bed.  The door closed behind the doctor as he adjusted his glasses.  

"So, what brings you here today?" he asked her with a kind voice.

"Well, you see sir, I've been having a lot of morning sickness and nausea the past four days.  I think I have a stomach virus, but I don't know how I could've caught it."

"Morning sickness and nausea?" he restated.  Sophie nodded at him.

"Yes sir." 

"Hm, and have you a husband, ma'am?"

"I do, sir."

"You've been... staying together?"

"...Yes sir."

"Are you... late?"

Sophie paused and took a moment to recount the number of days.  She noticed that she was indeed late, which wasn't normal.  

"Yes sir..."

"Alright, that narrows the possibilities down."  He walked to a cabinet and drew out a foreign item.  "Please take this test for me.  It will give us your diagnosis."

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"I'm... I'm..."

"Yes, you are.  Congratulations, Sophie.  You're going to be a mother.  You'll be due in about nine months."  

As she exited the building, the look of shock was still plastered on her face.  She turned to face the kind doctor as he smiled at her.  She gripped her stomach and, though there wasn't a bump present, she felt the presence of her baby.  How could she not?

"Come see me every few weeks.  I'll give you -- and your husband -- some guidance on the little lad or lass."

"Yes, um... thank you, Doctor."

This must be a mistake.  Howl must have put a spell on her to mess with her; yes, that must've been the answer.  This was all a horrible joke that he would pay for later.  Tears dribbled at the corner of her eyes, but she refused to cry about this.  She would have a serious talk with her husband when she got home.  

When she entered the moving castle, Markl greeted her with a warm hug.  This gesture warmed her heart momentarily, but she was happy enough to hug the little boy back.  The Witch of the Waste welcomed her home from her chair with Hein in her lap.  Hein simply wagged his furry tail as Sophie stood tall, ready to face her husband.

"Markl, where is Howl?" she asked the boy.

"Outside, working on the yard," he answered with a smile.  He tilted his head.  "Why, Sophie?"

"I just need to talk with him," she answered.  He nodded.  She patted his auburn hair before she walked towards their little back yard.  When she stepped outside, she was greeted with Howl's back to her as he waved his hands before him.  He was in the middle of casting a spell for the yard so it could grow some flowers.  

Sophie was unsure of herself, but took a second to clear her throat, which caught Howl's attention.

"Oh, welcome back, Sophie."  Her husband's smile beamed at her, which she barely returned.  It fell once he noticed the tension in the air.  "Sophie?  Sophie, what's the matter?"

"Howl...," she said with a broken voice.  "If you're playing a trick on me, then please just stop it."

"Playing a trick on you?" he asked as he dropped his hands.  He approached her just as tiny tears slipped from her eyes.  "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about this!" she exclaimed, showing the test that lay in her palm.  Howl's mouth nearly dropped to the floor.  "I'm serious, Howl, this isn't funny.  If you think that I'd get a laugh out of this--"

Sophie was interrupted as the dark haired wizard swooped her tiny frame into his arms and spun her.  Her tears fell wildly to the ground as she was spun and spun.  She didn't understand what was going on until she saw the glee on Howl's face.  

"I'm going to be a dad?" he asked in an excited whisper.  Sophie paused, speechless.  

"S-So... you didn't play a trick on me, then?" she said, barely above a whisper.  Howl didn't hear her, only smiled at her and hugged her tight.  

"Everyone!  I'm going to be a father!" he yelled as he carried Sophie back into their cozy home.  Sophie finally allowed her lips to tug upwards into a warm smile despite being unable to say anything else.  She was worried before this that Howl would've played a joke as a sign that his old-self was still rambunctious inside of him, but his response to the now very-real news created a spark in her heart.

Howl's excited cries echoed through the home as the entire family celebrated together with desserts and sweets for the rest of the day.  Sophie and Howl hugged and kissed as they spent the day thinking of names for their unborn child and wondered if it was going to be a boy or girl.

Sophie didn't care; she was with all the people she loved, and now she had someone new to love.

 


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