Hanging up the phone from calling Lucky, Marie made her way into the kitchen to finish making the chicken noodle soup she had started earlier.   Whatever sickness she had come down with she hoped that the soup would help fend it off.  It must of been something she picked up in Cuba.  She hoped that it was not dysentery or something like that.

Going to the cabinet she pulled out two plates, a wine glass and a glass for Lucky's whiskey and then she sat the table.  Lucky had suggested that she hire someone to do her cooking and cleaning, but to be honest she found the work to be relaxing after working all day.  She poured her wine and Lucky's Whiskey before retrieving the pot of soup and sitting it down on the table.   Suddenly the smell of the whiskey hit her wrong and she made a mad dash for the bathroom.

Lucky walks in and looks around for Marie. He heads into the dining room and sees the plates and the drinks so he walks over and sits down and takes a drink of whiskey when he hears Marie in the bathroom. He waits and when she comes out he takes a drink before getting up and walking over to her. He gives her a hug her and gives her a kiss. 

"Hello beautiful," he says to her. 

Marie smiled and eagerly went to greet Lucky.  As soon as he kissed her the smell of the whiskey hit her again.  She pulled away quickly and covered her mouth.  Fortunately there was nothing left on her stomach for her to throw up again and she was able to will her body to relax enough to stop gagging.  Mortified at Lucky seeing her like this caused her checks to turn bright red that contrasted greatly against her washed out skin.  

Through her hand over her mouth she mumbled, "I am so sorry."  She closed her eyes as her stomach threaten to do another somersault. 

Lucky walked over to her to console her. 

"Whats wrong are you ok?" He said concerned. 

Lucky walked her over to a chair at the table and sat her down in his chair. Before walking into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water. He brought the glass out to her and he sat down grabbing his glass and moving out of the way. 

"Here drink this," he said to her. 

"Thank you." She said as she took the water and sipped it.  She glared at the glass of whiskey over the edge of her glass as it was lifted to her lips.

"It's that vile drink's fault.  The smell of it is turning my stomach!"  She indicated the glass with the whiskey as she sat her own glass down.

Lucky looked at his glass then at Marie then back and forth a few times. 

"What do you mean vile it is one of the most expensive and best whiskey's money can buy?" he said to her confused 

Lucky smelled his drink and then tasted it again. It was perfectly smooth and tasted wonderful he thought. 

"I think you have to be mistaken," he said extending the glass to her so she could smell it. 

Marie recoiled and threw up her hands to ward it off.  "Keep it away from me.  At least until this sickness I picked up in Cuba goes away."  She sipped more of her water and held her stomach to quiet the butterflies.  It must have been some of those local vintages I tried.  The water they used to make it must of been tainted with dysentery or something.  I will have the doctor come by in the morning if I am not feeling any better in the morning."  

She tried to smile weakly.  "I made some chicken noodle soup.  Want some?"  She picked up the ladled and a bowl and began to dip him some out. 

Lucky pulled the glass back and took a drink before setting it down. He grabbed his bowl and held it for Marie to put some soup into. 

"Thank you smells great. I wonder what could have caused you to get sick? Maybe we should have the doctor come over now." he said before eating a bite of soup. 

"We cant have you getting worse." He said matter of factly. 

Lucky sat and ate some more of his soup. 

Marie shook her head.  "It is probably just influenza or something like that.  I will be fine in the morning."  She watched him eat the soup, but she could not trust herself to eat any of hers so she just stirred it slowly.  "How was your day today?"

"My day was good. Busy a lot of meetings on the house." He said to her finishing his soup. 

Lucky notices that Marie is not eating and starts to grow concerned. 

"You need to eat," he says looking at her. 

"You need your strength to help you fight this off."

Marie sighed and resigned herself to at least try a spoonful.  She lifted the spoon up to her lips and blew softly.  Then she sipped the hot liquid.  It tasted good and for the moment it seemed she would be able to keep it down.  She propped her elbow on the table and buried her forehead in the palm of her hand.  She did not feel like she had a fever nor did she feel clamming.  

"I called you over to talk about some wedding things, but I am really not feeling like it now."  She frowned and tried another spoonful.  

The two of them sat there and finished eating and he cleaned up the dishes from dinner. When Marie still wasn't feeling well he had her go and lay down while he finished cleaning up and then he called the doctor and asked him to come over first thing in the morning. Lucky figured he would have the doctor on his way and the worst case she was better and he was unneeded, but he highly doubted it. 

Lucky went back and put his gun on the nightstand before laying down with Marie. He held her as they chatted for a bit when he noticed that Marie had fallen asleep he turned out the lamp and closed his eyes as well. 

The next morning she awoke to Lucky gently kissing her forehead.  When her eyes opened he asked her how she was feeling.  She took a moment to evaluate how she really did feel.  Her stomach was empty and it was indeed still was very unsettled.  She shook her head, "Still sick."  Lucky nodded, "The doctor is on his way.  He should be here any minute.  I need to go do something, but I will come right back after the matter is dealt with."  He softly stroke her hair and smiled at her.  "Just stay in bed and I will have the men see the doctor in."  Marie nodded and closed her eyes.  That seemed to help the nausea.  Lucky kissed her forehead again before leaving.

As predicted, it was just a few minutes later when the doctor was shown into her room.  Marie pushed herself up to sit up in bed and lean against the headboard.  "Good Morning, doctor.  I am sorry to drag you out this early.  Lucky just gets a little over protective of me.  I am sure it is just some little thing I picked up in Cuba.  "

"Good Morning Don, why don't you tell me your symptoms."  He said as he sat on the bed and started to pull out his equipment.  

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An hour later Marie slipped herself into a warm bubble bath and laid her head back against the edge of the tub.  The doctor had suggest it as a means of settling her stomach and relaxed her muscles that ached slightly from all her heaving she had done last night and again this morning.  Closing her eyes she allowed herself to get lost in her thoughts.

Lucky had some collections to make and a few short meeting to take in the morning. He hated leaving Marie when she was not well but he still had a job to do. He stopped by his HQ and had a short meeting with Spartacus on the days events and things that they had planned. After that, he got in the car and headed back to Maries. 

Lucky walked into the house and met with Rand at the door. He informed Lucky that the doctor had left a while ago and that Marie was in the tub. Lucky headed back and knocked on the bathroom door. 

"Hey sweetheart I am back," he said through the door. 

"You can come in."  The foam bath not only help to keep the heat in the water, but it provided adequate coverage to make her 'decent' in appearance.  She sighed and wondered how she was going to break the news to Lucky.

Lucky walks in with a smirk on his face. He walks in and leans back on the vanity, half sitting half standing. He looks down at Marie. 

"So how did it go? What did the doctor say?" He said. 

"Uhm he said that he can't be certain.  He said I might have picked up something in Cuba, but the lack of fever leaves him to believe that it is probably something else.  She looked over at him.  Well she always was a direct person.   Might as well just dive right in. 

"He said it was more likely that I was pregnant."  

"Pregnant!?!"He asked excitedly

Lucky climbs in the bath with Marie fully clothed and kisses and hugs her. Then he slides next to her and holds her. He always wanted kids and this is something got him super happy and excited. 

"How are you feeling about it?" he asks her 

Marie laughed as he climbed in.  His suit probably costed a couple of grand and he did not care.  She held him tightly as they kissed.  She could not stop smiling.  Mostly because she knew how happy the news made him.  Lucky wanted kids.

She laid her head against his shoulder as they talked, "Well the timing could have been a bit better.  I had hoped to wait a few months at least until things settled down for both of us, but it is not unwanted news."  She kissed his soaked vest and looked up at him. 

"I think we should keep this quiet for a bit of time.  At least until after this next week.  There is so much that needs my crew's focus right now.  A distraction right now could create issues."
 

Lucky smiled down at her and contemplated how he could keep this news quiet. 

"I am not sure how I can keep this a secret but I will do my best. We do have a lot going on and need to stay focused," he said to her.

"Once this news gets out you will need to take it easier and delegate more of the stuff you normally would do. If you do that I won't have you followed with 100 extra guys to do all the things you shouldn't," he said to her with a smile.