CeCe rolls over in her sleep, groaning into her pillow as the familiar feeling of nausea begins to creep into her stomach, driving her awake. She opens her eyes slowly, looking around for the clock to check the time—the website said the nausea was supposed to die down in the second trimester, which was kind of—close, anyway. She can't see the clock though, or the bright red numbers illuminating the otherwise dark room. What she can see is the messy tufts of blonde hair poking out from under the blanket, and she suddenly remembers—if she sits up, moves the blanket down a few inches, she'll see Gunther Hessenheffer in her bed.
Crap, she thinks, and even though she kind of wants to sit and stare and run thoughts through her head—what does she do, how does she pretend this never happened, oh, Gosh—the angry waves in her stomach push her out of the bed, and she runs to the bathroom down the hall, still naked, barely making it to the toilet before she's sick—like every morning. (And by morning, she means two o'clock in the morning. It's awful.)
Part of her wants to go back to sleep when she's finished ten minutes later, except—she can't, with Gunther there. And she's not going to wake him up at—she checks the clock in the bathroom—one forty-seven in the morning and kick him out. Especially since it's her fault they'd, um, had sex again.
But to be fair, the pregnancy hormones are driving her crazy, and she was already really, all whatever, over Gunther so he's the only one she could actually maybe get away with pouncing on. (Because, Gosh, that's kind of what she'd done, dragging him upstairs without any explanation, ignoring Ty and Deuce—and oh, that was all sorts of embarrassing now—they probably knew.)
She spends the next four hours folding laundry and organizing the food in the fridge. She ends up sneaking back into the room to grab clothes, and then writes a note before leaving for work two hours early—Had to run for morning rehearsal! Eat whatever you want! :)
She doesn't look at whatever it is that Gunther texts her three hours later.
Gunther calls a few days after that. It's just a few days until the huge Shake It Up, Chicago! charity show they've been working on. It gives her the excuse she needs to say sorry when Gunther asks if she wants to get together.
She hasn't really had as many bad headaches lately, but she has one all day after that. She takes a few moments between rehearsals and goes to the restroom, and stares in the mirror, wondering if the extra nausea and headaches are because the baby is mad at her. That's silly though, and she wets her face before going back out for the sixth rehearsal group of the day, unconsciously leaving a hand by her stomach through the whole thing.