Russel enters the bathroom with wet wipes and he puts them down on the sink before holding my hair so I can vomit properly. I say curses in the middle of vomiting while he's caressing my back.
My eyes are watery after vomiting so I wash my face with water and gargle my mouth with mouthwash before accepting his wet wipes to clean my lips and hands.
"Are you feeling a little bit okay now?" He asks worriedly.
I nod. "I'm sorry, I wasted food"
"You're pregnant...that's totally normal," He says before we leave the bathroom.
I sit on the bed while he's standing beside me, watching me if I am really okay now.
"I want congee," I suddenly say when I look up at him.
"Alright," he says before turning his back on me. I watch him talk to someone over the telephone while I am still feeling ligh
