'Seriously,' she thought, 'I will not stop throwing up until my stomach is laying in front of me.'
Morning sickness was bad. Really really bad. She couldn't even sit up straight, she was hunched over and she felt like the world would never ever stop spinning.
She tried to hide this from Deeks. She knew he'd be there and holding her hair or anything she needed, but it just… it's gross. It didn't matter how married or how pregnant with his baby she'll get. She'll always want him to see the best of her. Always.
Shuddering and almost, almost crying and convulsing on the bathroom floor is NOT the best part of her.
And like, how much longer can this last? She'll brush her teeth and be back in bed with him any time now. Saturday mornings are the easy part.
Except, for just a moment, her nauseous pains returned and she gagged again, sending discusting waves of anxiety over her body. She was sweating and her mouth tasted awful. She'd need a shower to go with brushing her teeth, thats for certain.
She reached for a tissue, something to wipe her mouth off with. That's when he showed up in the doorframe of the bathroom.
"Kens?" he knocked, pushing the door open. It was to late for her to scramble away from her spot on the floor, so she remained there, embarrassed.
"Are you okay?" he asked carefully, worry in his voice.
"Morning sickness," she moaned warily, lolling her head back against the edge of the bathtub.
"Hey," he said, crouching down next to her. "We're in this together. I don't get to sleep while you go through all of this for our baby. I don't have to be in here if you don't want me to, but I can always be getting you some warm tea for when this is over or something to help you."
"Deeks," she whispered, trying to tell him that that wasn't necessary, but he ignored her.
"What can I do to help you?"
She was surprised that for the moment, she'd stopped throwing up. He wasn't going anywhere, he wouldn't let her send him back to bed. And she could start getting sick again anytime.
But his embrace sounded comforting.
"Will you, um, sit with me?"
He smiled just a little bit, settling next to her on the floor with his back against the tub. She slumped into his side, and his arm wrapped around her. Her head fell to his chest, and he kissed the top of her head. Her arms wrapped around his center.
Within, 15 minutes, she was completely asleep. She might kill him later, but that didn't stop him from carrying her to bed and cleaning up the bathroom while she slept.