- - we become a family. ` alan moore , <3

[amy jane moore]

amy was sick. it had been three days she had been vomiting throughout the day and night and spend most of the time either on bed or in the bathroom. she had not gone to the doctors because she was being very lazy and thought that being a medical student she could figure it out all on her own. she took the medicines that would stop her from vomiting but none of it worked. Alan was very worried and busy at the same time. he was having a hard time juggling between taking care of his wife and his modeling assignment, oh and not to forget his father's business stuff plus his college studies. amy had taken her weak off from school and occupied the bed. everytime alan called her, she would pretend to be all happy and fine so he wasn't worried but when he returned home, he would find her in the bathroom, puking. amy wasn't sure what could be wrong with her. she had not eaten anything bad or anything unhealthy. it had to be something else but what? amy wasn't able to figure it out. she didn't tell about her sickness to anyone because she didn't wanted to get them worried or be the centre of attention. amy had been feeling dizzy and nearly fainted but didn't tell alan about it. she knew he would be very worried and drag her to the hospital and everyone would be worried about her. that was exactly what she was trying to avoid at the moment. she knew she had taken too much stress of her studies and some other stuff that even her periods were late.. a lot late. she wondered why though. maybe too much of stress was causing it to happen. she took it lightly, forgetting she haven't had her periods from past two or three months. sometimes her memory could really get very weak and also who enjoying having them? they were so painfull so she had completely forgotten about it and didn't bother to think over that. alan had his weekend off from work so that gave both amy and alan a lot of time to cuddle and hug and have some time to themselves. his parents as usual were out of town for some business stuff and amy was okay with that, in fact she was used to it as her parents used to be all the time out too.

'' My head's hurting'' she mumbled in her sleep as she moved rested her headed onto alan's chest, cuddling with him. cuddling was so cute, fun and full of love. the best part about it was staying warm even if it was freezing outside. amy would pull of more than three sweaters and socks to keep herself warm and look fat, giving away the look like she was knocked up although she wasn't and alan would laugh over it. '' Do I have fever?'' she asked, shivering, her teeths chattered. '' Can y-y-you-p-pleas-se-p-pull-o-on-a-another blanket?'' she requested, curling against him, opening his arms and settling down in his arms. seconds later she felt dizzy and felt like she was about to vomit. as much as she hated getting up and running towards the bathroom in cold, she had to and she quickly dashed into the bathroom. minutes later she was coughing and vomiting. once she was done puking out, she washed the sink and walked back into the room. wiping the water around her mouth with the back of her hand she made her way over to the end and got onto the bed, jumping off alan and rolling in. '' i want to smoke soo badly, that would keep me warm. you got a cig? '' she asked before feeling the need to vomit again and she rolled to the other side and saw the bucket. she started to vomit in that before turning back to him. '' I must be smelling really gross. what the hell is wrong with me Alan?'' she pouted her lips, wanting to cry. she was annoyed of vomiting and feeling sick.

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[alan anthony moore]

Alan was finding it really hard not to worry about his wife when she had been sick for so long without much of an explanation as to why she was sick or anything, so when he had to always leave her he was almost hesitant in doing so. He only was ever able to leave when she told him she was fine and that he was able to call her whenever, he decided it was in his best interest that he call her every few hours just to make sure that she was alright. He really cared about her, and every time he called he just asked her if she was doing okay and when she said she was he just asked her if she was sure and hanged up. He didn’t buy it though, and when he finally came home it was clear that his thoughts spoke truth. He always came home to his wife sick and throwing up, which only really made him even more worried. Heck lately a lot of things really worried Alan, and how could they not. He loved his wife and never wanted anything to be wrong with her and with her being so sick he had a lot of things on his mind, and the one thing on his mind the most was when they went to Paris for Amy’s birthday. They spent a week there, and there was the first time they actually really did act like husband and wife, there in Paris was the very first time they made love to each other and it was amazing. That really got him thinking, mostly when he noticed that Amy’s period was late, very late and after thinking more on it he decided what may just be the problem and he was almost nervous to tell Amy his idea. One, it was just really an assumption that he wasn’t sure was true or not and two, he really didn’t want to scare Amy or anything. For all he knew he could be wrong even, but thinking more on it he decided he had to tell her his thoughts at some point. Perhaps sometime this weekend since he finally had his time off from work, for once in a while and his parents like normal were away. Not that he really even cared about that, they weren’t in his life much other than a phone calls where only really his mother talked to him.

When Amy mumbled in her sleep he woke up running his fingers through her hair to try and calm her down, it was the only thing he really knew how to do since Amy was always so cold for some reason and he just tried his best to warm her up by holding her close and just really being right there when he was needed. When she asked if she had a fever he set his hand to her forehead shaking his head slightly, “I don’t think you do love” he said pulling another blanket over the both of them holding her close in his arms before she stood and quickly went to the bathroom. Well now seemed like the perfect time to tell her about his sorta idea on the matter, when she came out getting into bed thinking a little bit to his self. “No Amy I don’t remember I stopped smoking a few months ago, I threw all my cigarettes away ages ago” he said with a sigh before she went and just vomited again running his hand through his hair sitting up when she asked what was wrong with her. “Well to be honest I sorta have an idea of what could be wrong, remember that night when we finally well you know. Well I wasn’t protected or anything, and since you’ve been sick lately and well missing your period from what I can see. I went out and got you a pregnancy test I think you should take” with that he dug it out from the dresser by the bed. “Just a sorta you know, a suggestion” he said, he honestly sorta hoped that she would be.