Samantha
I am really starting to hate waking up in the morning. Dashawn is holding my hair as I throw up an ungodly amount of puke it seems like. One hand rubbing my back.
“I’m so sorry baby. I wish I could take your morning sickness into myself for you.”
“Me too,” I said, spitting. He chuckled.
“You should take today off. I can manage without you for one day.”
I gave him a look.
“Okay, we’ll go in a little late today,” he said.
I felt a little better, so I pushed myself up and flushed the toilet. I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth. Turning to him as he turned on the shower, my eyes looked him up and down. He had the best butt.
“I can feel your eyes on me,” he said. He looked over his shoulder and I smiled.
“Well, we have no little c*ck blocker this week. Lyla has kin
