"How are you feeling?" Riicardo asks quietly, coming up behind Aliciia and resting a hand on her forehead, grimacing at how clammy she feels.

"Not great," she sighs, resting her forehead against his knee. "Can't calm my stomach enough to sit up. I... I feel like I'm gonna throw up ..." She twists and hovers over the toilet, and Ricardo winces, kneeling down to rub her back. "Oh god," she whimpers. "I hate this part. I really do."

He sits patiently and waits, trying not to focus too much on the pained noises she keeps making. "I've got you," he breathes once she eases away from the toilet and leans more into him. "You're gonna be ok. I promise."

She nods slowly. "Yeah, I know," she breathes out, burying her face in his chest. "Thank you."

"No reason to thank me," he tells her, running his fingers through her hair. "Just wish I could do more for you, especially on bad days like today."

She groans. "You'd wanna take my nausea?"

"And any other discomfort if I could, yes," Ricardo tells her, lifting her head gently for a kiss "I'd do all of that and more."

Alicia hums, leans up to kiss him. "I love you so much." She hesitates before kissing him, and he smiles vaguely at her.

She trails her tongue over her lip and exhales. "My breath isn't at its best right now, maybe I should bru-"

Before she can even finish her sentence, he grips her by the back of the neck and draws her in for a kiss, patient and gentle as she pants against him, her lips parting. "Oh my god," she moans, enjoying the respite from the nausea enough to enjoy a makeout period with her husband.

Even on the bathroom floor, he enjoys it, getting to touch her warm skin once more, trailing his fingers through her hair, slowly easing her of her clothes. "You're so amazing ," he tells her, feeling strangely sophomoric as the words he used to use to call dates in high school instead of what was actually on his mind- beautiful, gorgeous, sexy- all words that weren't too great to say to girls when you'd just met them. But this time, he truly means it. Alicia is gorgeous inside and out, and tough as hell to. "I love you. So, so much. And I'm so glad my children are yours."

Alicia makes a deep, gasping kind of noise and shifts so she's cradling Ricardo's waist, staring up at him in awe. "I love you too," she murmurs, leaning in for another kiss. "So, so much."

Later, they're laying next to each other in bed, lost in thought, Ricardo's hands warm against Alicia's still mostly flat stomach, and he pauses, looking up at her. "Hey, uh, I know we said we want more after this," he says, reaching up to find her hand and tracing his fingers over her palm lazily. "But after days like today, with the morning sickness and other things, is that still something you want?" Before Alicia can properly answer, he's up, hovering over her, lightly pressing hies lips to her. "Just remember, no matter what you say, it's ok," he tells her. "I'd love more kids, but I'm with you no matter what- if you only want two, I"ll be more than ok with it. So what do you think?"

She's quiet for a few moments, then reaches out, gripping his hand and drawing it to her stomach, letting his fingertips roam lazily. "I want so many kids that you'll probably think I'm trying to birth a full soccer team for you to manage."

Ricardo laughs, startled by this, and leans in, cradling her jaw and softly kissing her. "If you did, I'd be an even happier man than I am right now."

She beams at him. "I'm pretty ecstatic too."

"That's what I love to hear,' Ricardo tells her, tapping her nose. "Wanna go get something to eat?"

"Yes, please," she gasps out and laughs and as they stumble their way down the hall to the kitchen, laughing and giggling and unable to stop touching each other.