"Come on love you've got it!" Juliet cheers R whose sweat and painfully limping the line marked on the mat.
He takes a seat and wipes the sweat off his face; he listens tentatively as his trainer tells him what he's doing next, only glancing over to see Juliet sprinting to the bathroom.
Juliet is overtaken by a wave of nausea and sprints to the bathroom, once in a stall her body purges everything in her stomach.
Once she's done she stands and goes to the sink to rinse out her mouth.
She pauses to look at herself in the mirror; she turns sideways finding it hard to believe the slight bulge in her stomach is a human life.
"How far along are you?' Some lady dressed in gym clothes asks smiling at her.
"Nine weeks tomorrow." She answers proudly.
"Wow, you look great, congratulations."
"Thank you." Juliet says picking up her purse off the counter.
Dinner that night…
"So how was Physical Therapy today?" Nora asks leaning forward to take a bite of her spaghetti.
"Torture." R answers his voice pained.
"Hey at least you had an awesome cheerleader, when she wasn't puking her guts out." Juliet chimes in.
"Ah reminds me of high school, ha always find bulimic cheerleaders funny." Nora says smirking.
"Yea, glad I never joined the squad their therapy bills probably cost more than my medical bills will." Juliet says smiling.
Nora pulls a silver package out of her purse.
"I couldn't resist buying this for you sorry."
"Nora, don't spend money one me! Wait until the baby is born then spoil it."
"I'm multitasking." She says watching her friend open the package with a smile.
Juliet opens the package and smiles; it's a beautiful white dress with yellow and red flowers all over it.
"The material is stretchy to, so you can wear it when that little one is about to fall out."
"Wow, thanks Nora, It's gorgeous."
"Should I be worried about you?" R asks smirking at Nora.
"Nope, my girl is strictly into guy's, baby daddy."
"Okay this isn't teen mom, so let's refrain from calling each other baby momma and daddy." Juliet says laughing.
Later that night.
Juliet wakes R who crashed on the couch, carefully due to his sore muscles.
"Huh, is it time?" R snaps awake.
"R, I'm only nine weeks along give it a few months."
"Oh, my bad."
"It's fine, come on to bed love." Juliet says grabbing R's hand and helping him to his feet, amazed by how light he is.
He limps to there bedroom and collapses onto the bed with a groan ignoring his protesting muscles.
"Sounds like therapy is working." Juliet jokes crawling into bed and cuddling against him.
"Yea, working on killing me, I didn't feel this much pain when I left the hospital."
"It will get easier."
"Hope so." R replies shifting and wincing.