“Okay, look, we need to make a deal. If it’s between the hours of 12:00AM and 7:00AM, hold off on the nausea.” You spoke to the baby as you huddled around the toilet. You heaved into the toilet again, not sure what’s even left to throw up. You heard a soft tapping at the door, and weakly invited them in.
“I brought you some water.” Joseph stood in the doorway with a glass.
“Thanks.” You took a sip and placed it on the floor.
You assumed he would leave but he walked in and sat down against the tub, brushing your hair behind your ear.
“The morning sickness should pass soon.” He reassured you.
“How do you know?”
“I’ve had a child before.”
“With who?” You looked at him confused, he had never mentioned this before.
“I was married once, she died during childbirth. And the baby- she didn’
