Sabine was woken up from her sleep by a gentle hand running up and down the length of her arm. She hummed as she stirred awake, enjoying the sensation of her husband's fingers caressing her.

"That feels good," she mumbled, her brain still wrapped in a cocoon of sleepy warmth.

Ezra's lips touched her bare shoulder and began burning trails across her skin.

Oh so that's it was going to be. He was in one of those moods and decided to wake her up for it. Not that she was complaining about the hardened length rubbing against her backside, his hips pushing closer and closer.

"You know, you could've woken me up an even better way," she suggested, taking his hand and bringing it down between her legs.

She could feel Ezra's grin against her shoulder. "I wanted to, but I wasn't sure with the baby and all if it was a good idea."

"So instead you'll just get me all worked up?" she teased. "We can have sex and do everything we would normally do and not worry about a thing. The baby will be fine."

"You're sure?"

"Mhm, I spoke to the healer a couple days ago and she said we wouldn't hurt it."

"Well in that case." His hand slid between her thighs, finding her already wet. He ran his fingers through her slit before circling the little nub at the top.

She gasped, biting the pillow to stifle her cries of pleasure.

One finger pushed inside her followed quickly by a second. He pumped his hand languidly, relishing in the tight warmth that engulfed him.

"Ezra," Sabine moaned.

"That's it, love. Say my name," he whispered in her ear, biting down the lobe.

"Ezra…"

He was painfully aroused, his hips pressing into her ass, trying to get some kind of relief. He would take care of her first, make sure she would cum before it was his turn. She would—

"Ezra!" The tone in her voice changed from aroused to panicked in a split second. Yanking his hand away, Sabine leapt from the bed, a hand covering her mouth. She dashed to the bathroom connected to their room and soon after, Ezra heard her retching into the toilet.

He cringed at the sound and tried to fight off the nausea that threatened to swamp him as well. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he walked over to his wife, hunched over the toilet and knelt down beside her.

"You okay?"

"Do I look okay?" she snapped, but the usual menacing bite wasn't there. She was too drained from emptying her stomach.

"Sorry," he said, "I just wanna make sure you're all good."

Sabine sighed as another shudder went through her, heaving over the bowl though nothing came out. "I'm fine, Ezra. It's just this stupid pregnancy."

"You're not…you're not regretting it, are you?" he asked hesitantly.

"No, I'm not."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"The only thing I'm upset about is that I feel so shitty right now."

"A by-product of pregnancy, I suppose," he said. "I haven't met many pregnant women before, but I know it's not easy on you. If I could be the one to take this on then I would."

She snorted. "And believe me, I'd let you."

He laughed. "Such an unselfish wife I have, huh?"

"Hey, when you're the one puking your guts up after having an amazing orgasm interrupted, then you can judge. Until then, I don't think so."

The next words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He knew they were the wrong thing to say. He knew it. And yet his stupid idiotic mouth spoke before his brain could find the time to catch up.

"So I guess this means we won't be going back to sex?"

It's honestly a miracle he wasn't killed right on the spot, though the glare Sabine gave him nearly roasted him alive.