Fear of side effects

You get home quiet late. You heat some leftovers for the two of you as you don't feel like you have any energy to cook something. Alex doesn't voice any complaints and you are happy to notice that he seem to have gained a little appetite even tough he takes his time with the food. After dinner you both sit down and watch some television. But despite it being prime time on a friday nothing really catch either of your attention so you spend most of the time idly skipping trough channels.

As it's getting late and you can feel the accumulated fatigue of the last day making you feel tiered boarding on exhausted. You give Alex a kiss on the cheek and tell him that you are going to bed. "I will be right there with you" he responds. His expression showing his own fatigue.

You change into your nightwear. A plain nightgown and a pair of unremarkable panties. Both chosen purely for comfort. As you start with your toiletries you hear Alex turning of the TV and moving into your bedroom. He joins you in the bathroom just as you finish brushing your teeth. You give him a warm smile which he returns with a quick grin. You afford him his privacy and make your way to bed.

You climb into your bed. Before covering yourself with the blanket however you lift up your nightgown and expose your pregnant belly. You gently stroke your bump, thoroughly enjoying the feeling. "Good night my sweet little one." You say softly to your baby. "Mommy loves you very much" You continue as you let your hand run down the slope of your dome. Basking in the feeling of motherhood. "Sweet dreams mommy's little muffin." You whisper as you continue to stroke yourself. Finally you **** yourself to tear away from your belly. With a content sigh you pull your Nightgown back down and cover yourself with the blanket. As Alex appears to be taking his time you decide to do a little light reading while you wait. You grab your book from the nightstand "Baby's first year" and start reading.

Getting lost in the exciting world of children's early development you kinda lose track of time. An hour after you said good night to your baby you notice that Alex still hasn't come out of the bathroom. You immediately get worried. Whats taking him so long. You hurry up out of bed. What if he had another seizure without you noticing.

You are immediately eased of your worst fear as you notice Alex standing over the sink staring blankly at one of the pill jar's the doctor prescribed him. "Alex." You say trying to and succeeding in getting his attention. "What's wrong?" You ask as he looks at you. "I... I don't want to take these." He murmurs holding up the pills. "Alex you promised me to take your medication, remember?" You say, you where not prepared to have to fight him on this.

"Yes but the jar says "warning highly addictive' on them. I don't want to be addicted to pills. I don't want to turn into some junkie." He says. His voice is filled with genuine fear.

"Which pills are those?" You ask him, trying to calm him down. "The sleeping pills" He responds. "I know i promised and i took the pill for nausea before we ate and i took the antianxiety pill but i don't want to become some useless junkie dad hooked on sleeping meds."