Retching

The next day, Margie darted into Janice's bathroom whilst discussing some of the weird cravings she often had.
She was able to lift the toilet lid on time before the vomit flew out of her mouth.
She groaned, then dipped her head into the clean toilet, retching more.
She wrinkled her nose and patted her tummy before attempting to stand to her feet.
She glanced towards the opened door, expecting to see Janice but was stunned to see her maid instead.
"My Lady!" Grace exclaimed, rushing to lift her. "Are you alright?"
"Of course, I am," Margie murmured. Her head reeled and her mouth tasted sour like she had been eating limes. Despite the heaviness in her head, she took a step forward as soon as Grace released her hand. 
But, it didn't stop the dizziness she was feeling. "I just need to..."
"Oh!" Grace gripped her hand before she could swoon. "You need to rest, My Lady!"
"Grace,"
The duo swirled and noticed Janice was in the doorway.
"Prepare a warm tea for the duchess and I." Janice stared at Margie meaningfully as soon as Grace left.
She noticed the pale tint on her skin, the way her nose and mouth crinkled in disgust, she wondered if she was about to heave again.
"What?" Margie inquired as she caught her staring.
"Can you walk to the room without fainting?"
"Of course, I can!"
Janice lifted a brow, "I wanted to know if you need me to assist you because you look like you will swoon again."
Margie rolled her eyes, sighing. "I don't mean for it to come out harsh. Besides, I don't think you are in any condition to help me."
"I have hands to hold you and legs to walk towards the room. I'm pregnant and not a handicap."
"I know that." Margie grinned, despite the way she was feeling. She followed Janice out of the room and sat on the bed whilst waiting for the tea.
"You have been staring at me for too long now and I wonder what you are trying to bring out." She said as she noticed the other woman's eyes still on her.
Janice shrugged, "I think I might know what is wrong with you."
"What do you suppose? I know it has been going on for a while. Also, I've been refusing to see the doctor anytime Jeremy asked me to."
"You are pregnant!"
"What? No!" Margie exclaimed.
Grace stepped into the room as Janice was about to respond to her outburst. She set the tea on the small coffee table and straightened.
"Is there anything you want me to do for you today? Perhaps a warm bath?" She glanced at the duchess first. She noticed she had gone paler than earlier and wondered what she was thinking about.
Then her eyes went to Janice who had a wide smile on her face.
"That is all for now. Thank you, Grace."
Grace nodded her head, bowed and left the room.
"It isn't impossible, you know." Janice continued. "I noticed you might be with a child since yesterday. You were acting snappish and disgusted. I saw you picking at your food too."
"It could have been anything!"
"It's not. When was the last time you had your period?"
Margie's brow creased as she thought back to when she had her period. She couldn't remember when it was. Also, she hadn't been keeping track of it.
"I don't think I am." She shook her head whilst caressing her flat tummy. "I think I am down with the flu."
"Maybe, the doctor can confirm it for us." Janice asserted. "Besides, you don't look sick to me."
"Geez! I hope I am not pregnant." Margie mumbled whilst laying on the bed.
"Why?"
"Because I'm not ready! I don't even know what kind of mother I will be. And I don't even think Jeremy is ready to be a father either."
"Well, he might be ready. I see how he dotes on children back in New York. He doesn't look like someone that hates them." Janice said.
"I hope it is something else and not that."
Janice clutched Margie's hand, squeezing it lightly. "I know you will do fine. I will be here to help too if it comes out positive."
Margie scowled whilst staring at the other woman. She was taking it lightly than she was.
She believes because Janice was already pregnant, it sounded easier to her.
However, the more she thought about having another life within her, it was as if she was in a nightmare.
She only hoped she would do better at parenting than her mother if she was truly pregnant.
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"I still can't believe it came out positive!" Margie groaned.
"I know it would be positive. Another Forrest baby on the way!"
"I don't know why you sound so happy. Maybe because it's easier for you since Jules wants the baby too."
"Of course, he wants the baby and not the mother." Janice rolled her eyes.
"You don't need to be scared. You would be a great mother, likewise Jeremy. I can't wait to see him react to the news!"
"That is if his mother didn't announce it to him first."
Earlier, before the arrival of the doctor, Theodore Alfredo, they had gone to the queen to seek permission for his visit.
Then after he had done the checking on her, he had called the Queen to announce another baby on the way.
The woman seemed to be excited and even Janice, than how she was.
She didn't know why they were happy for her.
Even though she knew Janice meant well, she knew the queen's happiness was because she wouldn't go back to her career for a while.
Although the woman hadn't told her that, she knew that was why she was happy.
"I will be an excellent godmother and aunt!" Janice clapped. "I can't wait to dote on him or her..."
"Whose baby are you doting on?"
The pair's eyes widened as Jeremy slipped into the study.
"Have you heard about knocking?" Janice inquired.
"What if we were naked?!" Margie shouted.
"I'm sorry ladies," Jeremy murmured, scratching the back of his head. "I didn't know you both would be here."
"Who gets naked in a study room anyways?" Jules drawled.
Janice glared at him, "It would have been better to knock. Perhaps, you both were eavesdropping. Were you?" She shot an accusatory glare at both men, who shrugged.
"We weren't," Jeremy answered. "But, I'm curious, whose baby do you want to dote on?"
"I-I..." Margie stuttered.
"Mine!" Janice cut her off.
Jeremy stared at Janice before eyeing his wife. He gazed at her for a long while before shaking his head with a smile.