Long update bc I've not updated in a while. A/N at the end. Read it please.

Catra thought something was off the minute they woke up, but even more so after they left the kitchen. "You ok? You look a bit peaky," She commented. Adora's pale face looked up, frowning softly. "I think I ate something funny," She admitted, wrapping an arm around her stomach. "I feel really sick," Catra frowned. "You actually gonna be sick?" She paused in their movements. Adora stood for a moment, contemplating. "I don't think so... not right now at least," Catra hummed. "Well, we'll head back to the room. Maybe watch some crap on the pads, yeah?" She wound an arm around her wife's waist, tugging her into her side. Adora's face shed more colour, but she smiled softly. "Sounds good. Maybe a nap as well,"

...

Catra huffed as Adora twisted in discomfort for the eighth (yes, she'd counted) time in ten minutes. "You channeling your inner worm?" She asked. Adora huffed, apparently giving up on the idea of sleep. "Fuck off," She hissed. Catra's ears rose in shock. She raised a brow. "Wow, you must be sick if you're swearing at me," Adora's face dropped in guilt as she shifted upright into a sitting stance. She scrubbed her face. "m'sorry. My back hurts, s'all," Catra gestured for her to move. "Want me to rub it?" She asked. Adora groaned. "God, yes, please," Catra moved so she was behind her wife and began rubbing the tops of her shoulders, moving steadily to her mid-back. Adora hunched over, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand.

A few minutes passed before Catra approached the subject that had been eating away at her mind for over six weeks. "So I talked to Sparkles the other day," She began. "About the ceremony," Adora hummed. "Um... I was also thinking about... what could've been, ya know?" She apparently found a sweet-spot on the back, for Adora released a low groan, pressing into her hand. "Catra," She whispered. "Don't step around. You can say baby," She mumbled. Catra sniffled, continuing to kneed the tight muscles by her ribs. "Well... apparently magic lady wants you to some kind of test to check your magic is coming back ok," Adora returned to her slouched position. "What kind of test?" She asked quietly. "A few. All are home ones though. They're in the bag," Catra pointed.

She briefly stopped to drink some coffee she'd brought up, inhaling the liquid gold. "Such as?" Catra pulled back. "Want me to stop? You sound hurt," She noted the strain in her wife's voice. "No, don't. I just feel sick as a pig," She grimaced. Catra hummed softly, drinking some more coffee. "What're you drinking? It smells weird," Adora craned her head. Catra displayed the cup. "Liquid gold," She sighed.

If it were possible, Adora's face lost even more colour. She turned back, and Catra continued rubbing her back. "So, I was thinking," She began her burning sentence. "I know it was traumatic for you," She started. "But I was wondering when we were gonna try again? For... for the baby?" She broke the question. Adora's body tensed beneath her hands. "I'm not trying to force you in any way shape or form," Catra immediately placated. "I just wanna know what we can and can't do in sex," She rambled.

"Catra, stop,"

She didn't hear the quiet plea. "I just don't wanna get you pregnant if you're not ready," She rushed out.

"Catra, seriously,"

Too in her own head to notice, Catra continued in her rambling. "I'm guessing no scissoring, seeing as that's what got you pregnant in the first place. So just fingers and mouths, right?"

"Catra-" A brutal shove back was the warning she received as Adora gagged spectacularly onto the quilt covers. Catra yelped as she flinched backwards. Adora coughed as she hunched over, retching again. "Holy shit, Adora, are you ok?" Catra's hand found her shoulder, squeezing tightly. Adora's breath was laboured. "No," She groaned. "I feel really sick," Catra couldn't help the snort. "I can tell," She teased. Adora's back jumped with another heave, though thankfully nothing left. Catra yanked the trashcan from the side of the bed and thrust it under her wife's mouth seconds before she redesigned their bedding again. Adora's grip on the bin was iron as she heaved and retched. "Jesus, Adora, breathe," Catra reminded her softly, rubbing her shoulder blades. Adora panted loudly, spitting into the bin.

Catra waited a moment before speaking. "You all spent?" She asked softly. Adora's head came to rest against her chest, eyes bloodshot. "I think so," Catra tucked some strands out of her sweaty face. "Ok. Well, why don't you migrate to the bathroom? Shower, brush your teeth, pee, whatever. I'll go and grab some orange juice for you, how does that sound?" Adora nodded softly, rubbing her face. "Maybe I'm coming down with something," She admitted. Catra nodded. "I think you've already got that something," She teased.

...

Catra was quick in grabbing the orange juice, having stripped the sodden bedding first. She knew Adora hated being alone when she was sick, so Catra ensured she was quick. "Adora?" She called. "In here," A quiet voice replied. Catra toed open the bathroom door. "Oh, you really are sick then?" She asked. Adora shook her head, a displeased pout upon her face. "No... I just feel it," Her eyes drifted to the orange juice. She smelt the air, frowning. "What's that smell?" She asked. Catra shrugged. "I dunno. I had another coffee before I came up. Why?" Adora's jaw clenched. She glanced at the orange juice again. "Ugh, can you take that out? The smells making me feel worse," She ducked her head into the toilet bowl. Catra frowned. "It's orange juice. It literally smells of good things," She argued.

Adora suddenly retched loudly. "Get it out," She gasped. Catra quickly dumped the glass on the unit outside the bathroom, shutting the door. "Jesus, it's gone," She sighed. Adora's head remained in the bowl. "Baby, are you sure you've not got the flu?" Catra sank to her knees, rubbing Adora's shoulder blades. "No," Adora's voice echoed. She groaned into the bowl again. "I think you have," Catra said. Adora gagged into the bowl again, retching loudly. Catra's face curled into a frown. "This looks like the flu," She commented, swiping a damp wad of tissue roll across Adora's forehead and neck. "Maybe," The blonde finally agreed. Catra rubbed her shoulders for a few more minutes, waiting to see if Adora would blow any more chunks.

"You done? Or still feel sick?" She asked. Adora's hand waved up to grab some toilet roll. "Done for now," She sighed. "I feel a tiny bit better actually," She admitted quietly. Catra tutted, pulling her into her side tightly. "Come on... let's get you to bed,"

...

Catra remained vigilant while her wife slept on their clean bedding, watching for the whole two hours in which Adora slept for. Which was just that. Catra glanced up from her trackerpad with a frown when Adora gave a low, weak groan and shifted towards the edge of the bed, and immediately leaned over the side of the bed, burping wetly over the bin. Catra put her pad down and curled up behind her ailing wife, rubbing her shoulder blades. "Aww, Adora," Catra softly murmured, kissing the back of her neck. "You're really not feeling good, huh...?" Adora's response was a small shake of her head as she leaned over the trash can, swallowing convulsively as she tried desperately to fight back what she knew was coming. She burped again, stomach clenching, and that quickly turned to a gag, as she heaved up more of her stomach's contents, groaning miserably.

Unfortunately, it didn't end there- she continued gagging, bringing up mouthfuls of vomit until there was nothing left to do but dry heave over the side of the bed. Her eyes watered as she whined, tightly clutching her stomach in pain. Catra hummed lowly against her sweaty neck.

"Adora," Catra spoke. "You're really sick- I think we should take you in to see the healer," She was worried, that much was clear- when Adora slowly turned her head to look at Catra with watery eyes, she could immediately recognize worry and concern in her gaze- and she breathed a heavy sigh, lowering her head. "Yeah, okay," she quietly replied, not even putting up a fight, which was concerning in on itself. "I-... you're right. I'm... really not feeling well..."

She sniffled softly, reaching up to wipe at her eyes, keeping one arm tightly wrapped against her roiling stomach in a desperate attempt to soothe it herself, and failing miserably. "I feel really... really sick, Catra," she whispered, voice wavering slightly. "I-... I don't know why, but... my stomach's really upset, and it... ohhh, ow..."

She cringed as another cramp rolled across with a loud, bubbling gurgle, one that even Catra heard, as she curled up, tightly wrapping both hands around her middle, squeezing her eyes shut. Catra eyed her with concern, a soft frown on her face, eyebrows knitted together in worry. "I know you're hurting, but the sooner we get you to the healers, the better. They can give you some anti-nausea medicine,"

...

Amalthea hummed as she sat by her regular and her wife. "Sorry- I'm sorry," Adora gasped as she retched into a kidney dish. Catra rubbed her shoulders, keeping the dish secure in her grasp. "No need to be. I can assure you, I've seen worse this week," Amalthea flashed a small smile up to the loving wives. "But the good news is it's not contagious, first of all, and it's easily manageable," She looked down at her notes. Catra put the kidney dish to the side, grabbing a fresh one in its wake. "What do you mean, it's not contagious? Have you seen her?" As if on cue, Adora vomited into the new kidney dish loudly. Amalthea took a soft breath, understanding the frustration thee heroes of Etheria must feel. The former especially so. "It's hyperemesis gravidarum," Amalthea said. Adora gasped loudly, briefly pulling her head up. "Wait, but that only happens when you're-" Catra pulled her hair out of the way at the last minute, holding it behind her neck as she retched some more. "What's that?"

"Hyperemesis gravidarum. Or, HG, for short," Amalthea smiled. "It's genetic, first of all, and its pretty uncommon, but I've helped Adora with it before, so we'll just do what we did before," Catra's eyebrows furrowed. "I'm still confused," Amalthe glanced down to the chart. "Um... she's been in with it before, when she was pregnant with Violet. I suspect it'll be the same again,"

Catra's eyes widened. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," She snapped. "You're saying she's pregnant?!" Amalthea looked down at the chart. "Yeah... I'd say about eleven weeks as well. Her hCG levels are between 80,000 and 150,000, which is where we'd expect," Amalthea paused. "Wait, weren't you aware? Have you not taken a test?" Catra's eyebrows furrowed as she glanced at her wife. Adora wiped the back of her mouth with her sleeve, looking incredibly pale. Amalthea made a note to give her IV fluids and nutrition. "I mean... I did, but I guess I forgot to look at it," The blonde admitted quietly. Catra's tail whipped. "You forgot!?" She hissed. Adora swallowed thickly. "I was under a lot of shit, ok!? Give me a fucking break," She snapped.

"Ok, ok, just take it easy," Amalthea placated. "You're already weak, so don't argue too," She poked Adora's socked foot. The blonde huffed and turned onto her side. "Well, congratulations in any case," She said softly. Catra's tail wound around Adora's calf. "We'll have you in weekly for monitoring and potential IV nutrition," She paused. "I'm gonna get you some now. You're looking very pale," Adora grunted as she twisted back over onto her back. "I've not kept anything down since this morning," She admitted.

Amalthea hummed. "I'll get the IV. But congratulations anyway, you two,"

...

I KNOW IT SEEMS LIKE I'M IGNORING THE WHOLE HEART FIASCO, BUT I'M NOT, I PROMISE IT'S COMING BACK. I NEED TO ESTABLISH FUN HAPPY STUFF BEFORE THE ANGSTY STUFF TO MAKE THE ANGSTY STUFF SEEM WORSE!