It looks like a crime scene in here." Damon stood in the door of their bathroom, taking in the setting. His wife was laying on the floor, her cheek pressed up against the cold tile. There were little bits of toilet paper on the ground that she had obviously been picking, and her laptop was resting up against the toilet, where a muted episode of Glee was playing.
He leaned down and moved the hair off of her face. "Have you been like this all day?"
She groaned and hid her head in her arms.
"I'll take that as a yes." He scooped her up off the floor and walked her to their bed, where she curled up immediately. He went back to the bathroom and turned on the bath water, making it as a comfortable temperature as he could.
He went back to his wife. "Do you need help getting undressed?"
Her voice was hoarse. "I think I can do that part by myself."
He got in the bath first, so that she could completely rest against him. He felt her muscles loosen in the warm water and against his skin. He ran his finger tips up and down her arms, around her stomach, across her hipbones as her head rested against his neck.
"Morning sickness isn't supposed to last all day."
"Maybe you're just special."
"This is a pretty sucky special." She held his hands on her stomach, wishing to feel the faintest flutter, that would let her know this would all be worth it.