This is just a VERY short chapter 2. I have some time on my hands with this quarantine, so I'm getting this out there in order to move on. Happy reading!

Oliver was awoken by a sudden movement on the bed and a mad dash to the attached bathroom. It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening, but when he did, he quickly got up and followed his wife. What he saw made his heart plunge. Shane was on her knees, hunched over the toilet. He rushed over to her and placed his hand comfortingly on her back, rubbing small circles. Shane shook her head.

"Oliver," she said weakly, "Go. I don't want you to see this."

Oliver shook his head, despite the fact that she couldn't see him. "Shane," he said softly, "I'm not leaving. We're in this together, the good and the bad."

Shane glanced back at him. "Yeah, except I don't see you puking your guts out at 5:00 in the morning," she mumbled.

Oliver frowned and helped her up off the floor. "My love, I would gladly take this burden from you if it were at all possible," he said softly.

Shane's eyes softened and she wrapped her arms around him, resting her forehead on his chest. "I know, and I love you for that. I'm sorry. I'm just grumpy this morning."

Oliver tightened his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "You're carrying our baby, so you can say whatever you want. Have I told you how much I love you and how grateful I am for this wonderful gift?"

Shane smiled and looked up at him. "Maybe a few times," she said with a slight chuckle. She stretched up to kiss him. Just as he was leaning down, she pulled back quickly and made a disgusted face before backing away.

Oliver's face was the picture of confusion. "What's wrong? Are you going to be sick again?" he asked, concerned.

"No," she said. "I DO need to brush my teeth, though. Gross," she said, heading to the sink.

Shocked into silence at first, Oliver began laughing. Walking up behind his wife, he wrapped his arms around her middle and placed his hands on her still-flat abdomen. When she was finished brushing her teeth, Shane put her hands on top of his, and they both stood there for a few moments.

"What are you thinking?" he asked her.

"Just contemplating," she said with a smirk.

Oliver's face broke into a grin. "Oh, really? What are you contemplating?"

Shane grabbed his t-shirt and pulled his face to hers. When they broke apart, he touched his forehead to hers and smiled.
"I was contemplating the same thing," he said, laughing.