I STIR AT THE sound of retching. Yawning, I roll out bed, padding to the bathroom.
Kneeling beside her, I hold her unruly curls back, rubbing her back as she stoops over the toilet.
"It's okay," I murmur in her ear. "Just one more month of this right?"
Nodding, she leaned back against me. I felt her quiver, then sniffle then out right burst into tears.
"I'm sorry, baby."
My arm wrapped around her body, carrying her bridal style back into the bedroom.
"Sit up for minute, I'll get you some ginger ale and some saltines, hm?"
She nodded, hiccuping.
With a sigh, I lay a kiss on her head, leaving to get her a cup of ginger ale and some saltines.
It's been a couple days since I picked Layla up from the hospital.
Within those two days, we've got into a routine; I sleep with her, in her r
