sammysicle | army!brat

After being surprised with Noah, Steve had promised himself that he'd pay more attention when it came time for them to start trying for baby number two, he'd pay attention to her symptoms, and everything you were supposed to be paying attention to, but ... he didnt, and he was mid bite when she darted away from the table and Noah pointed at Mommy, laughing and thinking it was a game and Steve looked at him, standing up and kissing his little head, "Eat your food" He said and made sure Noah couldnt get into any trouble as he walked down the hall and into the bathroom, grabbing her hair back and rubbing her back.

The problem with Sam was that she never seemed to have normal pregnancy symptoms until she was further along and the food cravings and sex drive hormones kicked in. Sam never even heard Noah laugh. All she could think of was getting to the bathroom before she lost her dinner all over the hardwood floor. She didn't quite make it to the commode, sliding on her knees across part of her dinner. She was coughing and gasping into the toilet, the food that came up just making her feel more sick.

Steve notices that she hadnt quite made it to the toilet and for the moment he continues to rub her back with one hand, the other holding her hair out of her face as he talks to her quietly, "You're okay, just let it out Sam" He said softly, and to be completely honest, he had no idea she could be pregnant right now, at least it wasnt the first thought that popped into his head. He waits a few more minutes and then grabs a hair tie from one of the drawers, tugging her hair into a pony tail as best he can and leaning to turn the shower on, grabbing down a towel and setting it on the counter for her, moving so hes right beside her, letting her take the time she needs to let the sick feelings pass.

After a few minutes, she finally calmed down but was clutching the toilet seat tight. She didn't try to move or to talk, just hanging her head over the toilet with her mouth hanging open. She did manage to get one word out. "Flush!" Just looking down into the bowl was making her sick. Once she was sure nothing else would come up, mostly because there was nothing left, she looked up at Steve and stood up. "Sorry I didn't quite make it."

He stays quiet, continuing to rub her back and when she says flush, he does, and offers her a damp cloth once he helps her stand up, shaking his head, "Dont be sorry" he said softly, taking in her appearance, "Why dont you hop in the shower, just take a minute and relax, ill finish up with Noah, keep him busy, and heat you up some soup or maybe make you a smoothie? Somethin' a lot better than ..." he's about to say what they'd been having for dinner but realizes thats not a good idea, "that what we were eatin'" He offers, "Ill clean up in here" He said softly, leaning and kissing her forehead, "You feelin' alright?"

She took the wash cloth when she stood up, wiping off her face and then her mouth, looking down at the mess she made in the floor. She more or less had to take a shower to clean herself off and when he offered to make her something else, she shook her head. "Maybe later. I'll just take something to drink aftI get out of here." She quirked up a brow when he almost mentioned their dinner causing it. "You and Noah aren't sick. I think it's just that stomach bug. I feel like I have a fever and I bet I'll be better in a couple days.

He nodded his head and leaned in to kiss her forehead, "Holler if you need anything" He said gently, waiting for her to hop in the shower before cleaning up the mess on the floor and grabbing her dirty clothes and heading out of the bathroom, checking on Noah and tossing the dirty towels and clothes in the washer, snagging a fresh pair of panties, yoga pants, and one of his shirts and setting it in the bathroom for Sam and heading back to clean up from dinner, helping Noah down from his seat and letting him go play once he turns on Monsters Inc. for him.

She brushed her teeth before peeling off her clothes and dropping them on the floor. She put her hair up in a bun to keep it relatively dry as she stepped into the shower and cleaned herself off. It was quick because she felt like shit and just wanted to lie down. While she was drying off, she found the clean clothes he'd left her and that he'd cleaned up her mess. It made her smile as she got dressed. Still not feeling well, she took her temperature and it was 102 degrees. Leaving the bathroom, she went and looked for Steve.

He'd been sitting on the couch talking to Noah about his trucks and tractors and how they looked a lot like the ones at grandma and grandpas house when he heard Sam walk down the hall and he looks up, "Hi sweetie" He smiled, and Noah looked up at Mommy, walking over to her, "Hi mommy" He said sweetly, wrapping his little arms around her leg.

Sam had left her hair up and she actually did look sick when she walked into the living room. She gave Steve a half-hearted smile, Noah a little bigger one. "Hey, baby." She leaned over and rubbed Noah's back. "Sweetie, you better stay away from mommy, she's sick." She dropped down onto the couch with Steve and sighed. "I have a fever. It's 102. "Can you get me some Tylenol and make me a lemonade slushie?"

Noah looked at Mommy and then backed away and ran off down the hallway, disappearing into his room and Steve looked over at her, taking in her clammy and pale appearance. "Oh Sammy, you dont look good at all baby" He said gently, leaning and kissing her forehead, "You're burnin' up" he said gently, nodding his head and standing up, "Lemonade smoothie an tylenol comin' up" He said, heading into the kitchen and Noah runs back into the living room as fast as his little legs can carry him, an old stethoscope daddy had given him that no longer really worked, along with an old blood pressure cuff, and one of his camo jackets that had SHRIVER in bold letters on the left side pocket and medic patches on the shoulders and he walks to mommy, "Hi mommy" He smiled a toothy smile.

At first, Sam thought she scared Noah when he ran away so quickly but he wasn't crying. She just assumed he took what she said literally like little kids do. "I feel like shit." she told Steve, stretching out on the couch with a blanket when he went to the kitchen. She looked up when she saw Noah and wished she felt like jumping up and grabbing a camera. "Hi, baby. Are you gonna take care of mommy?"

Steve had busied himself with making her smoothie and getting her some Tylenol, pouring the smoothie in a glass and sticking a straw in it to make it easier for her, grabbing the Tylenol and just as he walks into the living room he sees Noah and he has to set her smoothie down and grab his phone, snapping a few photos before putting his phone away and walking to Sam, setting the smoothie on the table, holding the tylenol out to her and trying not to bother Noah as he "listened" to mommys heart beat, although he was "listening" through her arm, but hey ... whatever worked. "Hows mommy doin'? Is she gonna make it?" He asked and Noah looked at daddy, "I fink so" he said sternly, handing mommy her smoothie.

Sam let Steve help her take her medicine while Noah checked her out. She did her best not to laugh when he listened to her heart through her arm. She hadn't realized it had moved. Could be why she wasn't feeling well. "You think mommy's gonna make it? I think she will, too." she smiled and ruffled up Noah's hair before taking a sip of the smoothie. "Mm...that tastes good."

Noah giggled at mommy and took his stethoscope and listened to Kojaks heartbeat, through his head and then listened felt mommys head with his hand like daddy had done before to both him and mommy and he held mommys face in his hands once she was done taking a sip of her smoothie, "Mama you need to sleep and watch a movie and eat ice cweeem" he said sternly and Steve chuckled, sitting next to Sam and rubbing her back.

"Is mommy's head warm?" she asked when he felt it. He was very entertaining, especially with that stethoscope. She looked at Noah when he held her face, smiling but trying not to laugh at his instructions. "Are those doctor's orders? Sleep, watch a movie, and eat ice cream?" She leaned against Steve once Noah moved his hands and took a few more sips of her smoothie. "Which movie should I watch?"

Noah nodded his head and smiled, "Mmhmm, its warm mama, you HAS to eat wots of ice cweem and wet me and daddy tuck yous in bed" he smiled, running over to their cabinet full of movies and looking at all of them, waiting for mommy to pick one. Steve wrapped an arm around Sam and kissed her forehead, rubbing her arm with his fingertips and chuckling at Noah, "How 'bout you pick one for mommy?" He offered, and that could be a good or bad thing. Noah looks at all the movies and then finds the one hes looking for, knowing its one of mommys favorites and runs over and hands it to daddy and Steve holds it up to Sam, Sweet Home Alabama.

"Are you gonna send me off to bed?" she asked, not caring at this point because her tummy felt so bad. She had no idea what movie to pick, doubting she'd be awake for long once she curled up in bed. She continued to sip on her smoothie, one thing that didn't seem to make her sick. That was a good thing if she was going to continue to be sick. She smiled warmly down at Noah when he picked her a movie. He knew mommy too well. "Aww, you did good baby. If I wasn't sick I'd hug and kiss you."

Noah smiled at mommy and blew her a kiss, hanging onto the movie once daddy showed it to mommy and Steve stood up, handing Noah mommys smoothie, "Take that Peanut, go into our bedroom and get comfy okay?" He said and Noah nodded his head, hurrying down the hall and Kojak ran after him, Hank not far behind and Steve leaned down and scooped Sam up in his arms. "Come on beautiful girl, lets go get you in bed and we'll all cuddle up and watch movies and Noah and I can take care'a you"

"He's such a sweetheart." she smiled, watching Noah, Kojak, and Hank take off down the hallway. She had gotten sick so quick that it had completely drained her so she was grateful when Steve picked her up and carried her to bed. "I can't believe how fast I got sick." She got comfortable but was waiting for Steve to get settled before she and Noah did. She knew Hank would try to squish his ass between them and for once, she was too sick to care. "You gonna watch the movie with mama?"

By Friday afternoon, almost three days after she got sick, she was feeling better and able to eat normally again. Noah's birthday was the next day and they were all leaving in a few hours to spend the weekend at Steve's parents' house. It was then that she started randomly getting sick at odd times during the day and night. Now she had no idea what it was until almost a week later when it hit her. She wasn't sure if that was it but she was going to bring it up with Steve that night. It was the only thing that made sense.

Noah settled down on one side of Mommy, reaching to hold mommys hand and comfort her, knowing how he felt when he was sick and how much mommy made him feel better when she laid with him and held his hand and just laid there with him. For once, Hank laid quietly at the end of the bed with Kojak, though he kept his eyes on Steve, eventually letting them slip shut and Steve got settled once Sam and Noah did, glancing over at them.

Steve had noticed Sam getting better as the days went on, and by Friday had noticed the sickness almost completely gone, until he'd seen and heard her rush off to the bathroom a few times randomly, not really thinking anything of it, so busy with getting things ready for Noahs birthday. He was just finishing up playing a game of T-Ball with Noah in the back yard, leaving Noah outside with Kojak as he walks inside to get some water and he smiles at Sam, "Hey, wanna come sit outside with us?"

About the most energy Sam had by the time she got settled was to give Noah a smile as he held her hand. He could be such a sweet little boy. Not thirty minutes into the movie she was asleep, which was probably the best thing for her.

She had just poured herself a glass of iced tea when Steve walked inside and while she had planned on just collapsing on the couch, sitting outside didn't sound that bad either. "Yeah, that sounds nice. Here, take Noah this little bottle of water." She handed him one of the small eight ounce bottles of water they'd bought just for him. She walked out with him and took a seat in one of the comfy chairs they had, sipping her tea and watching Noah playing with Kojak. "Did you two have fun playing ball?"

Steve takes the little bottle of water and walks back outside with Sam, cracking the bottle open for Noah and letting him take a little sip before putting the cap back on and setting it off to the side so Noah can get to it when he wants. He sits down next to Sam and smiles over at her, "Mmhmm, hes gettin' really good at pitchin', I think we're gonna have to go see Uncle Donnie sometime soon so he can take 'im to a real baseball game, and a hockey game too" He smiled, glancing over at her and taking her hand, playing with her wedding rings, "You okay?"

While Sam was still talkative, there was that little spunky way she had that seemed to be missing since she'd been sick. "I bet he'd love to take him to a Yankees game just like dad used to take us. Maybe this summer or fall. I bet mom would like to go see him, too." She didn't even want to think about hockey yet but had a feeling Noah would like it especially because Uncle Donnie plays. She was quiet a moment before Steve spoke and she looked at him and shook her head. "I still don't feel right since I'd gotten sick. I was thinking after Noah goes to bed, maybe we should take a test and see if that's it."

Up until that moment he hadnt even thought about taking a test, "Do you think ... do you think you could be?" He asked, excited, but worried because he cant remember her ever being this sick with Noah, but of course, all pregnancies were different. He looks at Noah who was currently throwing the ball for Kojak and laughing when he'd come barreling back to him and practically bowl him over and drop the ball in his lap.

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