The moment Droite wakes, the sun makes her wince. She bites her lip and shuts her eyes. Her heart pounds against her ribcage, and she withdraws into the safety of her thick comforter. Dizziness sets in alongside her quickening heart, and she can only sigh as the cravings increase the adrenaline in her veins. She's alone in the large bed, and the notion only adds to her developing dilemma.
Nausea, however, forces her out of bed and into the bathroom. What little she has in her stomach ends up in the toilet mere moments later, and she's left shaking and crying on the tile floor. It takes several minutes of gagging and heavy breathing before she's calmed enough to stand, wobbling back into the bedroom.
Droite gazes into the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. In a simple t-shirt and shorts, the bump that is now her stomach is plainly visible. She rests her hand on her stomach, looking over her exhausted frame. Her small baby kicks her hand gently and she smiles despite how tired she is.
"You know," Droite starts as she plops down on the bed, "You made me quit smoking. And sometimes, it's a living hell." Rubbing her stomach, she sighs and looks at the time. It's early, and she knows Kaito has already left. He has, however, left a small note on her bedside table she hadn't noticed in her rush to the bathroom.
There are red velvet cake pops in the fridge for you when you wake up. Love you
~K
Droite smiles and drags herself out of bed once more, a pregnant woman on a mission to get her favorite treat. Once she gets to the fridge she discovers the small bouquet made out of cake pops. She hurriedly takes the container out, immediately shoving a cake pop in her mouth as she shuts the door to the fridge.
Droite makes herself at home on the living room couch, the bouquet tucked against her stomach. She plucks the cake pops from it as she turns the TV on, and it's nothing but infomercials. An ad for cigarettes pops up and Droite has to turn her attention away, once again feeling a wave of anxiety at the thought of nicotine once again pulsing through her body.
"You've done something to me," she murmurs, rubbing her stomach. "I'm glad you're here, despite what I have to put up with." She rolls her eyes at the mere thought of how the baby sits on her bladder almost all the time. "I love you, my little baby."