Karen's P.O.V.

A month later...

I am trying to sleep. I don't want to get sick. I want to stay in bed. After arguing about getting up or not, I actually have to get up or I will get sick in the bed. I quickly get up and rush to the bathroom and kneel in front if the toilet and get sick. Jimi must have heard me or felt me move. Because he was at my side almost immediately. "Shh... It's okay"

He's talking and I'm trying my best to take breathes between waves of nausea. He rubs my back and holds my hair while I hold onto the toilet. I finally stop getting sick and just sit there for a few minutes catching my breathe and waiting to see if another wave of nausea came. This has been my routine for almost a month. Get up, get sick, Jimi forces me to lay down and sleep some more, get up plan more of the wedding, eat multiple meals made by Jimi, throw up the food, come to bed, cuddle Jimi and fall asleep and the routine repeats. I have lost weight from getting sick so much. It's not good. We already went to the doctor and they had to give me fluids because I wasn't getting enough of them. I am pale and weak most times of the day, I can barely leave the house without getting sick. Band practice is held here every Thursday night and the occasional weekend night if we have a lot to do. We also go to the studio, but I hardly go anymore.

Today is just like the rest. Weak, tired, sick. I feel like a bother to Jimi cause he has to do everything. He even has to help me take a bath or a shower because I can hardly move.

Jimi moved against the bathroom wall and leaned forward slowly and gently pulling me back between his legs. I lean back against his chest and let my head fall into his neck. He kisses my head multiple times and rubs my stomach. "I wish I can take all this from you baby. I hate seeing you like this every day. I just want you to enjoy this pregnancy... I'm so sorry." I let a tear fall out of the corner of my eye. I slightly turn to him.

"This isn't your fault... Please don't apologize... This baby is a wonderful thing. I enjoy being pregnant. Just not the throwing up part. I wouldn't want you to take this. I would be in the same position you are right now if you were like me. Which I don't want. You are doin more then enough. You do so much... I can't explain how happy you make me."

"It's because I love you and I hate seeing you like this."

"I love you too." I lay there in his arms.

"Let's get you back to bed. You usually feel better after a nap." He kisses my head he carefully gets up and takes me in his arms bridal style. He keeps my head towards his chest because of the motion from walking will make me sick. He gently lays me down and gets in beside me. He cuddles me and I lay in his arms. I eventually fall back asleep a couple minutes later.

Jimi's P.O.V.

I watch Karen fall asleep and when I know she's actually asleep I carefully get up and go downstairs. I look at the time 7:30 AM. She will wake up in an hour. I hate seeing Karen like this. I wish I could take it away from her. But I can't. She doesn't deserve to be put through this. She deserves the best. And I will fight and die to give her the best.

I go to the kitchen and make a quick breakfast for myself. That takes about 15 minutes to make and eat. I go watch television for about a half an hour. I look at the time again and its about 8:15. She should be getting up soon. I get up and make Karen some toast with very slight butter. I also put non salted crackers on the plate with a glass of water and a glass of orange juice. Her mood and sickness depends on what She'll eat. She can usually hold this down for almost two hours. Which is better then nothing cause at least she and the baby get some food. I put the plate and glasses on a tray and run outside to our small garden and pick a flower and clean the roots off and lays it on the tray. I go upstairs taking the tray and lay it on my nightstand and slowly and carefully get in beside her and cuddle her gently. She sleeps for about another five to ten minutes and wakes. "Hey baby. How you feeling now?"

"Kinda better."

"That's good" I help her sit up and I get the tray setting it on her lap. She smiles and kisses me. I smile and watch her. She eats about three bites off toast and four crackers. She takes a couple sips of water and a couple of the orange juice. She must be feeling kinda better. She's mixing food and liquids.

Karen's P.O.V.

I feel better then I usually do after my naps so I decided to try and eat more for my health and my baby's health. I eat what I can before I start getting the horrible sick feeling. I look at Jimi.

"Thank you, it was good."

"Always. You must be feeling more better. You ate a lot more today."

"I was until I ate. Now I kinda feel sick again. But not like I was this morning."

"Okay baby. It's okay. Would you like to try to do something today?"

"I don't know... I don't know if I can..."

"It's okay. We don't have too. Just an idea." I nod and sit against the headboard. I move the blankets off me and slowly get up. Jimi gets up quickly and hurries to my side and helps me. I stand and take a breathe.

"I'm good. I'm a lot better then most days"

"Okay, just please don't over do it."

"I won't"

"Karen... I know you. You'll try and do stuff you just can't do."

"I'm fine. I promise." He nods and we walk down stairs. We walked into the kitchen and I sat at the table where my laptop and notes were. I did more stuff with the wedding and after an hour I stopped.

Jimi came in and kissed my head. "How you feeling?"

"Alright."

"They band is meeting at the studio." I nod and stand up. Jimi gets over protective and steps closer in case something happens.

"I'm okay, I think I'll go to the studio today."

"Baby, please don't over do it."

"I ain't. I need air. I need to get out of the house. I promise I'll take it easy and I'll be seated while I'm there."

"I ain't stopping you am I?"

"Nope"

"Okay, guess we're goin to the studio." I smile and we get our stuff and he helps me into the truck and he gets in and drives. As we are driving the roads are pretty bumpy and have a lot of turns I never noticed before. It started making me sick so I close my eyes hoping it would help. It didn't.

"Jimi... I'm gonna throw up."

"Okay baby." He pulled over as soon as he could and all I know is I opened the door leaning side ways making me fall out and getting sick. "Karen!" Jimi quickly got out and ran to my side and held my hair and checked me over. All I was doin was getting sick.

I eventually stopped and was just kneeling by the ditch. "Maybe we should go home. We over did it today. It was too much."

"I'm okay. I just needed to pull over."

"To get sick."

"We're almost to the studio. I'm fine. I promise. I'd kiss you but I really need a tooth brush first..."

"Its okay baby." He kisses my head and helps me stand. He helps me back in the truck and we drive to the studio. I was just starting to feel sick again but we stopped and it was okay. Jimi helped me out of the truck and inside the studio where everyone was.

Kim walked over "Hey! We weren't expecting you guys today"

"Surprise. It was Karen's idea." Jimi said with a smile.

"Really?"

"Yup. She wanted to get out of the house."

"That's great! You must be feeling better?" I smile slightly.

"Was feeling better... Then I got in the truck.""

"Oh Gussie. Let's get you seated then." Bother her and Jimi helped me to a chair. They went and talked to Phillip and I sat there. I feel awful cause I can't do something without them. They always think I need assistance. And I don't.

A couple minutes pass and everyone was sitting and writing songs. I was working on the chorus of my song and I suddenly got pains. I tried to ignore them but after a couple minutes they really started hurting. I look up to see everyone writing. I get another pain and wrap an arm around my stomach, I guess I let out a small noise and Phillip who is sitting next to me heard. "Karen? Are you okay?" Everyone stopped writing and looked and my. Jimi came over in a hurry and Kim stood. All I could do was shake my head and holds my stomach. Something was not okay. Another pain came and I wince and let out a groan. "T..the baby... Something's wrong..." All of a sudden Jimi picks me up bridal style and carries me to the car. Kim and Phillip are right behind him and I just groan from the pain. He puts me in the truck and quickly gets in driving to the hospital.

He takes me inside and the doctors and nurses take me from him and leave him in the waiting room crying. Because he doesn't know what's wrong.