I would like to say it was all peaches and cream from there, but it wasn't.

Vomiting became part of my daily schedule.

And, of course, I felt the worst when Jesse wasn't home.

I woke up after a hard night curled up against the toilet.

I walked into the kitchen, not that I was particularly hungry.

A yellow sticky note was taped to the counter.

Beca,

I have a feeling you won't make it back to bed tonight, due to your nausea. Sorry. Rest and eat something. May I suggest dry wheat cereal?

Love, Jesse

Mmm... Dry cereal does sound good.

I go to the kitchen and pour the cereal into a bowl.

My back aches, so I head to the couch.

I gobble up the cereal.

Tastes good.

I get up to put the bowl in the sink, but end up on the floor.

I gasp.

Oh, my God.

The nausea returns, and I immediately feel dizzy.

I get up carefully and pick up the phone.

I start to call Jesse, but decide against it. It's not like I passed out. I just fell.

He would be alarmed, and when Jesse is alarmed, he's obsessive.

I call Chloe instead.

The phone beeps several times before she picks up.

"Beca? Hello?" She says.

"Hey, Chloe." I say.

"Hey! Are you okay? You sound drained." She says.

"I am. What are you doing?" I ask, propping my feet up.

"Shopping with Cynthia Rose. She asked me to take her. Why?" She asked.

"Um, can you girls come over? I'm not feeling well." I say.

"Oh, yeah. There's nothing good on the sale's rack today, anyway." She sighs.

"Okay. Hurry up." I saybefore hanging up.

I wish Jesse was here right now. A lot. He's the only one who can make me feel better.

I start crying out of nowhere.

"Beca?" Cynthia Rose calls.

I get up and wipe my eyes. I look like a train wreck. My hair is up in a messy bun and I'm still in my pajamas.

"I'm in here!" I call.

"Are you okay?" Chloe asks.

"I guess." I said.

"What's wrong?"She asked.

"I'm nauseous, I'm dizzy, and I miss Jesse. A lot." I said.

Aawww!" They said together.

"Hey! Don't push it!" I snap.

"Admit it, you're going soft because you're going to be a mommy." Chloe says.

I groan.

What a mistake.

I ran to the bathroom, feeling sick again.

"Do you want us to call Jesse to tell him to come home?"

"No, I'm fine." I said.

"Yup. I'm calling him." Chloe said, unconvinced.

I was relieved.

Soon he was home.

"Chloe? Is she okay?" He asked.

"Yes." Chloe said softly, leading him to the couch, where I was laying.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey." He echoed.

"I'm so glad you're back." I said.

"I knew Icouldn't leave you long." He said.

Then we were kissing. It was all perfect.

And I'm not the mushy type.