KIERA
The morning sun had risen as my head was buried in the bathroom toilet, the birds singing being the only thing I could hear outside of the sounds of the contents in my stomach being hurled into the toilet. Morning sickness sucks.
Blake leaned against the door jam, “You’d figure with nothing in your stomach that you’d have nothing to throw up.”
I lifted my gaze to his, glaring. “Unless you have something comforting to say or would like to trade places with me, I would advise you to keep your comments to yourself.” I replied, flushing the remains and leaning back against the wall, the coolness calming my whirling stomach.
Blake chuckled as he made his way over to my side and crouched so that he was face to face with me. “If I could take it from you and carry those symptoms inst
