The Pain Of A Lost Child: Chapter Seventeen
Annie guessed it was around two o'clock when she heard a soft voice in her mind calling to her and she felt Rob tighten his arm around her waist. She must have moved on to her side in the night and he must have pulled her close to him as he loved her so much.
“Annie, Annie can you come to us, we need to speak with you immediately it is vital, now come to us, come.”
Rob heard Annie moan with disapproval and then she rolled away from his warmth and swung her legs over the side of the bed, placing her feet in her warm furry slippers. She then grabbed the dressing gown that she always left on the chair near their bed.
“Oh God, not again!” he heard her mutter and then she bolted for the bathroom. He could hear that she was being sick and it made him grimace knowing that she would be like that for some time as she was pregnant and would experience morning sickness. He also heard the taps running before the sound of glass shattering on the tiled floor and Annie cursing aloud jolted him in to action. He quickly rose from bed, grabbing his gown as he strode over to the bathroom.
He found Annie sat on the floor leaning back against the bath her knees drawn up to her chest, her eyes closed, arms wrapped tightly around her legs as she groaned. Rob scanned the room and noticed all the broken glass, before seeing some the blood. Following the trail he found Annie had cut her foot.
He heard her groan again and noticed her arms tighten even more on her as if she could somehow stop herself from being sick again, she leaned over and Rob caught a glance of her face which had turned an even lighter shade of pale white.