If it was up to Lars, he would have taken her right there on the living room floor but, he'd had no idea where her mother was and he was not risking getting walked in on. So, when he woke up the next morning, it was in her bed, tangled up in the sheets. Sadie was curled up next to him, back to his chest, sleeping contentedly. Idly, Lars reached out to brush his fingertips against her upper arm.

"Hmmm." Sadie blinked her eyes open slowly.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Nah." She rolled onto her back and sat up slowly, pushing her hair out of her face.

"You're so beautiful." Lars told her, tracing a swirled pattern into her thigh.

"Shut up." She scoffed, climbing out of the bed and stretching.

"It's true." He took in the sight of her naked body as she wandered the room, cleaning up their discarded clothes before making her way to the dresser for something clean. She refused to believe it, but he really did find her body stunning, heavy breasts, wide hips and a perfect heart-shaped rear that made him want to cry every time she wore those tight jeggings. Although, he guessed those were going to have to be retired for the next few months.

He almost wished he could tell, see the physical signs of her pregnancy. So far, the only proof of the baby he'd seen were her frequent bouts of morning sickness and the little black and white photo of a barely distinguishable fetus she'd given him after her first doctor's visit. He had to admit a strange sort of excitement at the thought that her body was eventually going to swell and grow round with his baby. It was almost a weird sense of pride he had about the pregnancy.

"Do you have plans today?" Sadie's voice pulled him away from his thoughts. She was pulling on a pair of gray sweatpants to go with her oversized t-shirt, a sure sign that her plans were to lay around the house binge watching Netflix. He could get into that.

"Hanging here with you, if you want." He sat up and stretched lazily, looking for his boxers.

"That sounds nice." She smiled at him as he tugged his clothes on.

"Well, then how about we raid the kitchen and make something to eat. I make killer eggs." He offered, focused on his belt. "Do you know if you have any onions? I could do omelets with…." He stopped, looking up at Sadie's suddenly very pale face. She threw a hand over her mouth and flew across the room, up the stairs.

Lars rushed after her, finding her just where he expected, bent over the toilet retching.

"Okay, no eggs." He said, sinking to the floor behind her, knees bracketing her body. One hand held back her hair while the other slipped under her shirt to make warm circles on her stomach.

"Don't say…eggs." She blanched. "Ungh…" She was gone again, being violently ill into the toilet bowl.

"Easy Sades." Lars tried to soothe her as she heaved. "Deep breaths."

"Ugh." She grimaced, slamming down the toilet lid before flushing the mess. "The pizza was not good coming back up."

"Told you not to get the peppers and sausage." Lars chastised her sarcastically. She threw open the toilet lid again to retch, glaring at him. "Sorry."

They stayed on the bathroom floor for nearly twenty minutes, long after throwing up had turned into miserable sounding dry heaves. In between bouts of sickness Sadie leaned against him heavily, her skin pale and clammy.

"Wanna take a shower." She mumbled, finally standing from her position on the floor. She swayed dangerously and Lars rushed to grab her under the arms in case she fell.

"Maybe you should just sit down and rest for a little while." He suggested, wary at the thought of leaving her alone in a hot shower.

"Noooo." She whined, pulling herself out of his grasp. "I feel disgusting."

"Okay." He sighed. "But don't lock the door? Just in case." She nodded, turning towards the shower.

"Could you maybe make me some tea?" She asked as she adjusted the temperature of the spray. "Peppermint, it's on top of the fridge."

"Sure babe." He reluctantly left her in the bathroom, retreating to the kitchen to make her tea. Barb was there, brewing a pot of strong coffee he could smell before he saw it.

"You're here awfully early on a Sunday." She raised her eyebrows at him, hiding her smirk in the cup of coffee.

"I, uh, I slept here last night." He turned to his task to avoid her gaze, blushing at having been caught.

"Oh?"

"Yeah…..are you, upset?" Lars asked slowly, refusing to make eye contact with her.

"Nah, you're both legal adults. You can make your own choices."

Lars gave her a sheepish look of thanks as he filled the tea kettle.

"Besides," Barb added. "It's not like she's going to get MORE pregnant." She cackled at Lars's blush and sudden fumbling with the silver kettle. "Where's Sadie?"

"She's taking a shower." Lars set the kettle on the stove and began rummaging in the cabinets for a mug, she had a Darth Vader one in here somewhere….

"Did she get sick again?" Barb sighed. Lars nodded, making a face.

"Yeah, it was pretty bad today."

"Gotta get her to mention it to the doctor next time." Barb complained. "Told her too last time and damned if she didn't ignore me."

"Yeah, that sounds like her." Lars mused.

"Talking about me?" Sadie teased, padding into the kitchen in her bathrobe, hair wrapped up in a towel. She hugged Lars's side, still warm and a little damp from her shower. He stretched out an arm around her shoulders to hold her there, dropping a kiss onto her wet, blonde curls. She smelled like flowers and good soap, pressed up against his side like this in the kitchen, there was an oddly domestic feel to it that Lars appreciated in spite of himself.

"All good things. Anyway, I'm off to an emergency staff meeting. See you later hon." She dumped the rest of her coffee down the sink and left the pair with a wave.

"You want some toast or something?" Lars asked, remembering how quickly she'd regained her appetite the day before.

"Maybe just some crackers." She mumbled, pushing wet curls off her forehead.

"Kay, go find something for us to watch and I'll bring them with your tea."

"M'kay." She buried her face in his chest for a moment before removing herself from his side. After a few moments Lars heard the TV click on, Sadie flipping through channels intermittently. Lars had to admit, this kinda morning was something a guy could get used to.