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Post by Esme Russel on Sept 5, 2012 2:31:42 GMT -5
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Post by Esme Russel on Sept 5, 2012 2:41:45 GMT -5
Cici didn't get sick.
Well, she did but it was rare and far between as she was fully vaccinated and taken to the doctor often to ensure that she was never ill enough to feel too badly to do anything like she did right now. She was cooped up in her little bed with red spots covering her tiny body and she'd been complaining of a headache and sore muscles for the past few hours which wasn't making this any easier on her already stressed mother.
The apartment was mostly unpacked and looked somewhat decent but Esme had anxiety about living here alone with her daughter even if they did have a protective dog on their hands and of course, little Riley. She missed Hudson! She was pregnant! This should be when she was celebrating not worrying about everything there was to worry about and now, Cici. "Sweetie, please eat some soup." She pleaded suddenly as she placed her hand over her daughter's warm forehead. She had no appetite which was greatly concerning but she felt hypocritical forcing her to eat since she was feeling the same but she blamed it on morning sickness. She also had a small rash like spot on her abdomen but she wasn't really thinking much of it yet. She left the soup and glass of orange juice on Cici's nightstand before heading back into the living room with a blanket. She was running out of food in the kitchen but she absolutely did not feel well enough to go to the grocery store and pick somethings up and she couldn't exactly take Cici with her since she was sick as well.
What's a girl to do? Text your best friend, of course!
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Post by alex on Sept 5, 2012 2:53:29 GMT -5
Once again Esme sounded worried and to be honest, Mark could never really let something like that go. He could never not be concerned. Anyways, it was Cici who had the problem and the little pumpkin patch was almost like his niece. He did not find it troubling at all to go to the grocery store and pick up some helpful items for Esme like cheese, eggs, vegetables, milk, water and even a treat for Cici for when she got better. Amelie was still with Cornelia in Maine.
Mark always called his silly goose to check up on her and to also check on the other ray of sunshine friend. He saw no difference, to be frank. When he arrived to the apartment building, the young man looked around. Wow, this was different than her actual home and he wondered why she and Cici weren't there. He always had room in his house as well. Actually, plenty.
After making sure he had all of the groceries, Mark knocked on the door and waited for Esme to open it.
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Post by Esme Russel on Sept 5, 2012 3:03:55 GMT -5
Esme's new apartment building wasn't unsafe; it was just far more family oriented and relaxed than her upscale Manhattan home in the city; the one where Hudson currently resided doing god knows what with god knows who. She stood up on wobbly legs and reluctantly got the door; she was feeling all sore and achy like she just wanted to lay down and sleep for the next well forever. "Hey Mark.." She murmured before kissing him gently on the forehead. She always did that, it was just the way that she greeted him these days.
She smiled when she noticed that he had groceries with him; it was lovely that he was helping her out but she didn't feel like putting them away. "So what do you think? Do you love it or what?" Her new place was simple and cozy like the kind of apartment that you would imagine a middle class family living in; they just needed a father. "It's one of those pay by month places so I'm just here until Hudson and I figure out where we are well where we're going to be for the baby at least. It's only a two bedroom so I'll need to be out of here before then. I was staying with Gin, one of my friend's, but I just felt guilty doing so." She felt like she was imposing on their hot lesbian fun plus they were having their own little bundle of joy soon and it was hard seeing Julia with Gin knowing that Hudson wasn't going to treat her like that during her pregnancy.
He didn't even know.
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Post by alex on Sept 5, 2012 3:20:37 GMT -5
Sure, this apartment looked very comfortable and safe but why did she have to be living here? Mark just couldn't understand. He hugged her warmly after she kissed his forehead. He then backed away and picked up the groceries he had put down to hug her. "It's nice, it's very nice." he said before walking toward the kitchen and putting the groceries away. It was a force of habit because that was what he did usually when ever he came home from the grocery store.
"So, what's going on with Cici? How is she? You just told me she was dying but I hardly believe that." he smiled softly, putting all the stuff that needed to go in the refrigerator there.
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Post by Esme Russel on Sept 5, 2012 3:37:42 GMT -5
Esme knew that she had kind of exaggerated on the whole 'Cici is sick and dying' thing but hey, better safe than sorry! She watched as he put her groceries away for her but she didn't feel up to offering to help him. She just sat down at the table in the kitchen and put her head against the cool table, it felt oddly nice. "She said that she has a headache and that it hurts to move." She stood up reluctantly and started a pot of water for some hot tea, "Does tea sound good? I'm making you a mug of it anyway but it'd be nice if you wanted it." She was just feeling super nauseous and just icky.
She wanted to just go and throw up already but the vomit refused to come leaving her just feeling gross with no real way to fix it. "Mark, I hate being pregnant. I want my husband to take care of me, I hate this apartment, I hate that he could be having sex with someone else while I'm stuck in this place feeling like shit and worrying about my sick daughter." She moved to the couch and laid on her side with her head resting on a throw pillow.
"Do I have a fever?"
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Post by alex on Sept 5, 2012 16:28:15 GMT -5
Mark frowned, he nodded and said, "Thank you." before putting all the pantry stuff inside the pantry and then moving his hands together as he walked to her and gave her a gentle pat on the back. He felt completely bad for her but he also thought that she was bringing this all on herself. Mark had never spoken to Hudson which meant he didn't know the guy's side of the story. He didn't think that it was right to let Esme suffer like this and be all sad. She used to have such a happy and bubbly personality. What happened?
"You do feel warmer than the regular." Mark said after touching her forehead then touching his. "What does Cici have, exactly?" he asked her. "Do you want me to go check on her? You seem too weak to even get up. I can fix the teas." he gritted his teeth slightly at how weak she did look.
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Post by Esme Russel on Sept 5, 2012 16:41:48 GMT -5
Esme was weak because she was dehydrated, she was dehydrated because she would rather take care of her daughter over herself even if it put her unborn child at risk. Cici was always top priority to her and she didn't want any harm to ever come to her even if that meant something bad happening to the little one currently taking up residence in her uterus. She snuggled deeper into the couch and tried to remember what it was that the doctor said that she had.
"I took her to the pediatrician and she said that she had chicken pox and to keep her inside and away from all other kids who might not be vaccinated or haven't had it before." She paused before realizing that she hadn't asked him if he'd had it before. "Dude, have you ever had chicken pox before? I don't want you getting sick."
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Post by alex on Sept 5, 2012 16:55:54 GMT -5
"I had mine when I was three. I don't remember any of it but Amelie had them when she was two." Mark said, "I called my mom and asked her what to do and it was quite simple. I began to notice Amelie excessively sweating and she got very red and cried, a lot. And then she started scratching arms and face and that's when I realized that she was getting the chicken pox, just like my mom said." he shrugged. Mark then walked toward Cici's room, "Hey there pumpkin patch, what's wrong?" he asked her, gently patting her head. "Oh, you do have a fever..." he said after touching her forehead.
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Post by Esme Russel on Sept 5, 2012 17:06:58 GMT -5
Cici let out a dramatic sigh as if she were a frail dying little girl which was what her mother had told her that she was. "Mommy said that I have chicken pox and that I can't leave my bed or I'll die." She widened her eyes and suddenly looked so much like the five year old that she really was not the snappy little teenager that she often acted like. "Daddy Mar, am I dying?" She'd never been taught to call him daddy nor would Esme ever tell her to say it but there she was calling the man who she'd known her whole life 'daddy'. She called everyone close to her who was a man daddy at one point or another.
Esme was worried about Mark despite him having said he already had chicken pox which was why she stood up and followed into Cici's bedroom, sitting at the foot of the bed at first before moving so she could run her fingers through her daughter's soft blonde locks, "You're so pretty, baby."
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Post by alex on Sept 5, 2012 17:19:02 GMT -5
Mark listened to her and then lowered his eyebrows, he shook his head slowly and sat beside her on the edge of the bed. He then said, "Oh dumpling, your mommy is just very worried and she wants you to get well soon. You won't die, I promise whether you leave this bed or not." he nodded before looking to Esme then back to Cici.
Now, remember Mark...
He took a look at Cici's hands to see if her nails were trimmed. "Let's stay away from the painkillers. She's too young to take those." he nodded before taking a deep breath, "When itching starts, she should bathe in oatmeal. With cool water, but for the moment I think a warm, damp towel will do. Unless you'd like to use Motrin... It will help the fever."
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Post by Esme Russel on Sept 5, 2012 17:28:13 GMT -5
"Cici, do you want to take a bath? Are you itchy?" Esme asked quietly, she was clearly still worried about her daughter. She didn't want her to be this sick anymore! Cici nodded weakly and Esme helped her off of the bed but she didn't immediately go into the bathroom - she wanted to grab her sequin bathing suit with the cute little tutu and her ducky floaty before getting into her oatmeal bath as per usual; maybe she wasn't feeling too terribly bad after all.
Esme got the bath ready and set her adorable little girl in the water but she didn't seem like she was having as much fun as she usually had with her bath toys like the markers that you can use on the wall that wash off with water or her collection of pink princess rubber duckies. "Mark, I feel like Cici has your dream bath." Esme teased as she motioned for him to come in and join them.
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Post by alex on Sept 5, 2012 17:38:58 GMT -5
Mark walked to the bathroom and sat down somewhere where he could. He then laughed, "Yes, how come when I had the chicken pox my mama never set any princess rubber duckies and put me in a fashionable bathing suit. She probably threw me in the water and gave me a dead rat to play with." he snickered before smiling softly.
"She's a lot like you." Mark said with a nod before saying, "Never forgetting to look good even if she's sick and quite the drama queen." he rose a brow.
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Post by Esme Russel on Sept 5, 2012 17:54:22 GMT -5
"She does look like me, doesn't she?" Esme smiled at the realization as she grabbed a small cup nearby to use to pour clean water over Cici's head so she could wash her hair with her delicious smelling vanilla cupcake shampoo and conditioner. She was so gentle as she lathered the shampoo into her daughter's hair, like she was dealing with something fragile and was afraid to break it like fine china. She was a loving mother despite all of her faults and her age and lifestyle when she became a mother.
It was clear that taking care of Cici came naturally to her like breathing did to some. She rinsed her hair off to remove the shampoo before placing a small amount of the conditioner onto her hand and lathering it on her darling's hair. "Cici use to let Riley get in the tub with her when she was a baby; it was the only way that she'd ever get in the tub without a fight." She smiled almost absentmindedly as she just played with her daughter's slippery soapy hair. "Now she wants a kitten but she doesn't believe me that it won't take the bathtub."
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Post by alex on Sept 5, 2012 18:05:17 GMT -5
Mark nodded, "Yeah, well, everything but the hair." he looked to her then to Cici. He wondered when she got the really, blonde locks. Must be some part from Hudson or Esme. He wondered why he wasn't blonde... His mom was.
"You met my mom! I wonder why I'm not blonde..." he thought for a second, "Or with blue eyes." he shrugged. It's okay Mark, you look fine with your dark features. "Have you talked to Hudson?" he asked her.
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