Authors note: This is the second post in a series on the "I'm Pregnant" story. I'm not guaranteeing that the story will move forward by equal amounts each post. Don't expect this one to move a lot. Before reading this, you should read the previous post...
After emptying her stomach, and when she was sure there was no more, she took a hot shower and let the water run over her back and especially her abdomen, which was still sore from so many days in a row of vomiting. By the time she was out of shower and dried off, she felt much better. And by the time she was out of the bathroom, she felt like she hadn't eaten for days. More truthfully, the net effect of throwing up in the morning but still eating regular meals was more like she had only skipped dinner.
Matt was sitting on the bed, towel in hand, waiting to take a shower. "You sure do take your time."
"Sorry, baby. I'll go make some breakfast. Eggs? Toast? Pop Tarts? What do you want?" She had attacked with her sweet, almost southern voice, and then offered food. Two of Matt's biggest weaknesses.
"Mmmm....pop tarts....no. Toast. No. yes. Toast and eggs." Matt was not known for being decisive.
"Well you go take your shower and get ready and I'll have something ready." Alicia finished dressing and went to the kitchen. They had been living in their two bedroom apartment for a couple of years, just since both of them had finished school. They used the second bedroom as an office, but Alicia already had plans for the room. The rest of the apartment consisted of the master bedroom and bath, a hallway bathroom, and a combined kitchen/dining/living room. By no means was it a big place, but it had room for the computer, Alicia's grandmother's table, Matt's guitars, and other regular household clutter. And it was that--cluttered. Both of them seemed to have a lot of unimportant little things--ticket stubs, concert programs, door prizes, old boquets--and neither one of them could bear to throw something away if it had even the smallest nostalgic value.
Alicia decided that toast and eggs sounded good, so she beat a few eggs and dropped four slices of toast into the toaster. Ever since she had realized she was pregnant, meat of almost any kind became impossible to handle. She stared at the eggs as she crushed the yolks and thought how they would have been cute yellow chicks on a little farm somewhere...
Matt yelled from the bathroom, "how's breakfast coming?"
"Almost ready," Alicia yelled back, as she tossed the beaten eggs into the frying pan.