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trudged downstairs to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. When she took one step into the room, the smell of onions and peppers assaulted her and went straight to her stomach. Her stomach cramped and convulsed against the vile smell. She darted to the half bathroom off the living room and vomited. Again.
     
     
    Darren
                  Darren hadn’t noticed Courtney walk into the kitchen but the sounds of her vomiting echoed throughout the house. He darted to the bathroom to find his wife tossed over the toilet bowl. "Courtney, honey, you're sick." 
                  "No shit," she mumbled sourly, her head still in the toilet.
                  He stood upright, taken aback by her tone. How did he handle this?   
                  "I'm sorry, Darren. I don't feel well," she said and looked up at him. Tears formed in her eyes. She was not in good shape. 
                  Quickly he reached under the sink, pulled out a washcloth, then ran it under cold water. He bent down and gently wiped her face.
                  "Maybe you should call in sick today, sweetheart," he said concerned. 
                  Courtney never got sick. No matter what time of year, her hearty immune system kept her healthy. Darren considered the illness likely resulted from an outing on a friend's yacht a couple nights ago. Unexpectedly during the short cruise the temperature had dropped. She had worn a spaghetti strap cocktail dress but forgot to bring a sweater. By the time she found him to snag his jacket off his back, she’d been on the top deck in the cool night breeze for a good half an hour. Her skin had felt like ice when Darren wrapped her in his suit jacket. 
                  "I can't, you know I have two closings," she said. She closed her eyes while he gently ran the washcloth over her sickly features.
                  "Then try and finish as soon as you can and come straight home. I'll cancel my plans to take care of you," he said. He leaned down to kiss her forehead.
                  "Okay," she conceded. A rarity for her.
                  "Let me help you up. Do you want Jack to drive you?" he asked. "Maybe you should in case you get sick while on the road." 
                  "No, just in case I have to pull over I don't want to have to wait for him to find a place," she said, her voice weak.
                  "Okay, but if you feel you can't drive call me and I'll send him to pick you up. Don't worry about the car," he insisted.
                  "Okay, thank you," she said. She took his hand to help her off the ceramic tile floor.
                  "Oh, baby, I hate to see you so sick," Darren admitted. It pained him to see his girl not well.
                  "I'm going to go brush my teeth again," she said. She left the bathroom and headed upstairs. 
     
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                  Once Courtney left, Darren finished breakfast while Jack and Carl hovered. Their concern was palpable.
                  "Will she be alright? Do you want me to pick her up?" Jack asked.
                  "I may have you do that depending on when she calls," Darren said. "We need to free up my schedule so I can be home with her." 
                  No one said anything while Darren fussed about. He mumbled incoherently to himself, distracted, when he suddenly stopped. Realization hit him. He bolted upstairs to the bathroom and threw open the medicine cabinet. He yanked down Courtney's supply of birth control pills and counted. Three months of the pills had been used. She was pregnant. That had to be it. He managed to impregnate her. His plan had worked brilliantly. He just had to make certain she never found out his scheme. No matter what, Courtney would now be tied to him permanently.
     
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    Courtney
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