Morning sickness are no fun. You wake up hungry only to puke later on. I flushed the toilet, washing my mouth to rinse the bitter taste in my mouth. Lucifer handed me the towel as he rubbed my back, concern swirling in his silver orbs. His lips were curled down in a frown as he watched me brushing my teeth, warily. He was ready to catch me as if I were going to faint any second now.
"You know, I can walk. I am not amputted." I said impishly when he carried me to the bed in his arms but he just looked flatly at me.
I enjoyed his care, I wouldn't deny but at times it felt.... suffocating. Like some days he wouldn't let me leave the room if he felt any pain in my back or if I puked more than once. Even the doctor said, carrying a supernatural child would he a little more of work than a no
