Turn Towards the Sun: Book Three- Forever in Bloom (The Sunflower Trilogy)
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Authors: Jennifer Domenico
Turn Towards the Sun: Forever in Bloom
The Sunflower Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Domenico
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I’VE LIED IN bed for more than an hour, tossing and turning. As each hour passes, I’m feeling worse and right now, I’m starting to worry.
“Enzo, wake up, I need you.”
He sits straight up, waking instantly from a deep sleep. “What’s the matter, amore?”
“I don’t feel good.”
He immediately looks panicked. “In what way?”
“It’s hard to explain, a little bit like stomach cramps, maybe like the flu.”
“Did you get sick?”
“No, but I feel really nauseous.”
“What can I do? Do you want some tea? Should we call Dr. Warner?”
I look at the clock. It’s three in the morning. “I’m sure it can wait until morning. I just want you to be with me. Awake.”
“Of course. I’ll go make you some tea.”
I nod and get out of bed to go to the bathroom. As soon as I get into the bathroom, I feel a sharp pain in my lower abdomen that causes me to double over. Tears fill my eyes quickly as my mind rushes to thoughts of my baby. I drop to my knees as what’s left of my miniscule dinner rises to the back of my throat. Enzo rushes to my side as I wretch painfully for several minutes.
“I’m calling the doctor.” He stands and grabs his phone, dialing the on call number we have for her.
I listen to him explain things while he paces the bathroom. My entire body convulses each time my stomach attempts to empty itself.
Fucking great. Back to this again.
Enzo places his hand on my forehead, then my neck and tells the doctor he thinks I feel normal. He listens a few more minutes before he ends the call. “We need to take your temperature and make sure you aren’t running a fever. If you are, we need to get you to the hospital. If not, then she will see us in the morning.”
I nod, miserable. “Do we have a thermometer?” I ask.
Enzo’s eyes search the bathroom as though it will just jump out at him. “I think I bought one years ago. If I can just remember where it is.” I watch as he opens a few drawers then checks a box in the linen closet. When he finds it, he raises it in the air triumphantly. “Eccolo.”
I smile, weakly. “Always prepared, aren’t you?”
“My mother was always worried about fevers. I decided it would make her happy if I had one in my house. I’ve never used it.” He pushes the hair off my face. “Open your mouth.”
I open my mouth and lift my tongue while he places the cool glass beneath it. We sit quietly for a moment, Enzo’s hand wrapped tightly around mine. After a few moments, he takes it out and studies it. “98.6. Perfectly normal. Why don’t we get you back to bed and see if you can sleep. Maybe you’ve been doing too much to get La Bellissima ready, amore.”
“Yes, maybe.” I may not have a fever, but I certainly don’t feel right. I hope whatever it is, it goes away quickly. I climb back into bed and try to relax, wishing desperately for sleep.
I BLINK MY eyes open as the sun peeks through the heavy silk curtains in our bedroom. I have no idea what time it is and for a moment, I can’t quite assess how I feel. Certainly the nausea is gone, but as soon as I try to sit up, my head begins to throb, causing me to sink back into my sheets. I place my hand over my forehead and immediately think I feel hot.
This is not good.
I try to twist towards the door to call for Enzo, but my whole body hurts. In fact, I feel like I just had the longest workout of my life and every muscle in my body seems to be sore. I groan and pull myself upright. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I look up slightly as Enzo enters our bedroom.
“Amore, I made you some tea and toast. How do you feel?” he asks.
“Awful. Worse than yesterday, I think. I have a terrible headache and I might have a fever now. Can we check?”
Worry mars Enzo’s handsome features as he sets the cup of tea down. “I’m taking you to the emergency room. If you have a fever, they need to see you and you are getting worse not better.”
“I don’t think it’s an emergency. Can’t we just see Dr. Warner later today?”
Looking down at his watch, he shakes his head. “It’s only six. It will be hours before the office is open. Let’s get you dressed. I’ll call the doctor on the way.”
He helps me off the bed and holds me steady as we walk to the bathroom. “I’ll get some clothes for you, amore, while you freshen up,” he offers.
I nod and balance myself against the vanity and quickly brush my teeth. I pull my hair up into a bun and put some lip gloss on. Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I know it’s going to take a lot more than lip gloss to make me look good.
As I finish pulling myself together, I’m suddenly freezing. Alarm grips me as a cramp twists my insides like a towel being wrung out. This is becoming scary quickly. All I can think of is my baby. I go to the bathroom and realize I’m spotting. Tears immediately fill my eyes.
Oh God, no. Please don’t let anything be wrong with the baby.
