AN: I cannot believe it has taken my muse almost 2 years (3?) to get another Homeland one-shot up but I wasn't feeling well and it kind of inspired this. NO I AM NOT PREGNANT, Just unwell.
Morning Sickness
Carrie was going to bloody kill that man. She had never felt as bad as she felt now, curled up on the bathroom floor in her PJ's, puking her guts up for what seemed like the millionth time since they found out about the pregnancy. It was all his fault! She had to go through nine months of hell, so he could suck it up and take the fucking blame.
She took another sip of water out of the glass the resided on the edge of the bath and laid her head back onto the floor as another wave of dizziness and nausea overcame her.
"This is fucking ridiculous!" She mumbled to herself, tearfully.
She had noticed that she tended to become a lot more emotional now, thanks to her fucking hormones, than she had ever been in her life, even with the bi-polar disorder.
"Do you want me to get you anything?" Peter Quinn asked sleepily, he stood in the bathroom doorway, feeling quite guilty that she was going through this and there was nothing he could really do to help.
Carrie shook her head and motioned for him to come over to her. He sat down on the floor beside her and began stroking her hair. She sat herself up and curled into his side, accepting the affection from her husband.
"I hate you, you know that right." She muttered as she cuddled herself even closer, craving some form of distraction from what she was feeling.
Quinn chuckled and pressed a kiss onto her head.
"I know."
They both hoped that the morning sickness would eventually ease up, for both of their sakes.
AN: Sorry, sorry, sorry. I swear these past couple of years have been so busy but I will try to get something written before I head back to university. Any prompts? Love you guys!