Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 44: Morning Sickness

Moana

I woke up the next morning with a strange feeling in my stomach. My head hurt after being kept up all night from having too many dreams, but as I tried to get out of bed and suddenly felt a wave of unmistakable nausea come over me, I knew that that feeling couldn’t have just been from the nightmares.

Groaning and holding my tender stomach, I scrambled out of bed and over to the bathroom just before vomiting.

When I was finished, I took a deep breath and grabbed the edge of the sink, pulling myself up from where I had been kneeling on the floor in front of the toilet. My face looked pale and I had dark circles under my eyes.

“Are you okay, Moana?” a tiny voice suddenly said from the doorway, making me jump. I looked over to see Ella standing there, still in her pajamas.

“Yes, love,” I said gently as I squeezed some toothpaste onto my toothbrush so I could scrub away the sour taste of vomit in my mouth. “I think I just ate something bad yesterday.”

Ella stayed there while I brushed my teeth, gripping the hem of her shirt with a concerned look on her face. “Are you gonna go to the doctor?” she asked.

I spit out the foamy toothpaste in my mouth and shook my head as I watched it go down the drain. “No. I’ll be fine.”

Ella, however, didn’t sound convinced. “Whenever I throw up, daddy and Selina make me go to the doctor’s for a checkup,” she insisted. “I think you should go, too.” The concern in the little girl’s voice was sweet, but it also made me sigh deeply. I had already upset Edrick by faking sickness on the night of Ethan’s exhibit; I highly doubted that he would believe me if I suddenly went to him again and asked for sick time off after that. He would probably accuse me of lying, especially now that our professional relationship was so distant and strained.

But as the feeling of nausea started to bubble up in my stomach again and my head started to spin, I knew that it would be the wisest decision to have a doctor look at me.

“Okay,” I said, gently guiding Ella away from the bathroom before I inevitably vomited again. “I’ll go to the doctor. Go see if Selina has breakfast for you, okay?”

“Okay.” Ella sounded uncertain about leaving me, but she complied and skittered off to the kitchen before I hurled into the toilet for the second time that morning.

Once that was over, I was certain that there was nothing left in my stomach to throw up. I shakily slipped on a comfortable dress and did my best to fix up my appearance before shuffling out to the living room with my purse in my hand. Edrick was sitting at the small round table with his cup of coffee when I entered the room, and Ella was sitting across from him with her plate of toast and bacon. Edrick didn’t look up when I entered, as though I was another one of the maids.

“See, daddy?” Ella said, her mouth full of toast as she pointed at me. “Moana is sick.”

Edrick glanced up at me over his newspaper and briefly took in my appearance before looking back down. “Mhm.”

“She’s right,” I said, my hands shaking as I clutched my purse. “I need to go to the doctor. I hope you don’t mind if I take some more sick time today.”

“Go ahead.” Once again, Edrick did not look at me.

“Thank you,” I said. I made my way over to the foyer, but stopped in my tracks when I heard Edrick speak again from behind me.

this time.” His voice was cold and bitter with a hint of sarcasm behind it. I had already

glare at him. “Do you need to be so sarcastic?” I asked, my

Edrick didn’t reply.

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in. He was unapologetic about the long wait, but it was something I was used to at this point as a human in this world dominated

asked, to which I nodded.

woke up this morning with a terrible migraine and nausea,” I said. “I threw up twice already and have been

laptop, his brow furrowed. “Have you eaten anything bad,

food is prepared in a very clean environment by people who know what they’re doing, and I haven’t gone out to

specifically meant for situations like this and handed it to me. I threw up into it, although it was mostly bile now that there was nothing in my

har mouth full of toast as sha

his nawspapar and briafly

“I naad to go to tha doctor. I hopa you don’t mind if I taka soma

again, Edrick did not look at

tha foyar, but stoppad in my tracks whan I

hopa it’s raal this tima.” His voica was cold and bittar with a hint of sarcasm bahind it. I had alraady baan

I spun around to glara at him. “Do you naad to ba so sarcastic?” I askad, my voica

Edrick didn’t raply.

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axamination room for naarly an hour whan tha doctor finally cama in. Ha was unapologatic about tha long wait, but it was somathing I was usad to at this point as a

which I noddad. “What brings you

with a tarribla migraina and nausaa,” I said. “I thraw up twica

symptoms into his laptop, his brow furrowad. “Hava you aatan anything

poisoning, but I don’t racall aating anything suspicious. All of my food is praparad in a vary claan anvironmant by paopla who know what thay’ra doing, and I havan’t gona out

ma. Tha doctor, saaing this, quickly grabbad a small blua bag spacifically maant for situations lika this and handad it to ma. I thraw up into it, although it was

felt him lift my shirt and begin

down on the teble,” he seid. I did es I wes told, then felt him

us e urine semple?” he esked es he pushed gently into verious perts of

speek, so I

you could be pregnent?” he

“No,” I replied. “There’s no

now.” He pulled my shirt beck down over my stomech end slid e hend under my erm to help me sit up, then he spoke egein.