It's been several weeks since Juliet told her father about her pregnancy.
Several nights R has spent cradling his girlfriend comforting her from the loss of her father's respect.
R is woken by Juliet retching harshly in the bathroom.
It's about six in the morning and he has to be at work around eight, he rolls out of bed to check on his girlfriend.
Carefully the young man approaches the prone form of his girlfriend curled over the toilet in the dark.
He flicks on the light, then proceeds to get a wet wash cloth and hands it to his girl friend.
"Thanks." she says shakily.
"When did it start this time?" He asks plopping into the floor next to her.
"Four, what time is it exactly?" She asks looking at him.
"Six." He says after pausing to look at his watch.
"Shit, R you should be sleeping, you didn't get out until late last night." She says.
"Why don't you join me in bed love?" he asks playing with her messy braid.
"Can't" She says then turns and proceeds to purge the contents of her stomach, R sits rubbing her back quietly.
He winces sympathetically when she wretches harshly and tears start streaming down her face.
After about thirty minuets, Juliet's nausea calms enough for her to go back to bed.
R lays there rubbing her stomach and watching her drift off.
He smiles at her drooling on herself, and carefully gets out of bed to get ready.
He kisses her on the forehead careful not to stir her and leaves for work.