CHAPTER 122: NAUSEOUS
Thirty minutes later, they arrived Holland Gardens. As soon as she opened the door, the strong aroma of Nicodemus's cooking filled the air. The smell hit her hard, and her stomach churned violently.
She barely made it to the kitchen. She doubled over on reaching the sink, her nausea overwhelming her.
Nicodemus rushed after her, his face etched with concern. He gently patted her back as she retched over the sink.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" I'm so sorry," he murmured, his voice filled with guilt.
Diana rinsed her mouth, her voice strained. "It's okay, Uncle Leo," she replied breathlessly.
She straightened up and turned to him. "But next time, before you cook something for me, just ask—at least until this morning sickness stage is over. I don't know why it's so severe, and the medication seems to be working so slowly."
Nicodemus looked at her with sympathy and nodded. "Of course ma'am. I understand. So, what would you like to eat now?"
"Just call Suzanne for me," Diana said, sighing. "Tell her I want to eat whatever she's prepared. I'll go upstairs and freshen up."
"Right away, ma'am," Nicodemus replied, watching as she turned and headed up the stairs.
Diana had just finished changing when a soft knock interrupted the stillness of her room.
"Yes, come in."
Suzanne entered, carrying a tray laden with chicken soup and rice, along with porridge, fried turkey, and fish on another plate.
"Hey, daughter. How are you feeling dear?" Suzanne asked warmly as she approached, her eyes filled with concern. "Nicodemus told me what happened."
Diana smiled weakly. "A bit better, but I'm still nauseous."
Suzanne helped her sit down and placed the food in front of her. "Try this," she urged, handing her the porridge first. "It's easy on the stomach."
Diana took a small bite, her stomach churning. "I'm not sure I can keep this down," she admitted.
Suzanne patted her hand gently. "It's okay, dear. Just take it slow."
As Diana forced herself to eat, she couldn't help but feel grateful for her grandmother's care and understanding.
"Grandma, can I just eat your food from now on?" Diana asked, her tone almost pleading.
"No problem, dear," Suzanne nodded, smiling gently as she helped Diana settle down on the sofa. "I'll take care of it."
Diana sighed, feeling a wave of relief as she looked at the comforting spread of food before her.
Suzanne sat beside Diana, watching her eat with a concerned gaze. She couldn't help but notice how much weaker and more exhausted she looked compared to usual and also the fact that her appetite noticeably diminished.
"You're looking a bit pale, sweetheart," she remarked.
Diana forced a smile. "It's just the pregnancy," she replied. "I'm getting tired more easily these days."
"You said you don't think the medicines are working?" Suzanne asked gently.
"They are, Grandma, but it's taking longer than I expected," Diana replied with a tired sigh.
"Have you told your husband?" Suzanne pressed.
Diana shook her head. "No, not yet. I'm going for my antenatal appointment in two weeks. I'll talk to the doctor about the major issues then," Diana explained.
"Just be sure to be honest with him, dear. Your health is the most important thing. And don't forget to take care of yourself, alright?" Suzanne reassured her, patting her hand.
Diana smiled gratefully. "I know, Grandma. Thank you."
She continued eating with renewed energy, savoring each bite.
After she finished, Suzanne handed her the medication, and Diana took it without hesitation. Suzanne then helped her lay down on the bed.
"And where on earth is your husband?" Suzanne asked, her tone edged with concern.
"I have no idea," Diana replied softly as she settled into the bed, trying to find a comfortable position.
With a gentle touch, Suzanne adjusted the duvet over her. "Get some rest, dear," she murmured, picking up the empty plates before quietly leaving the room.