#emeto

Robby asks his sweetheart how long he's been like this, and he replies, "Dunno. Easier than getting out of bed every ten minutes." Robby can hear just how much effort it takes for him to piece together these simple words.

He wipes Dennis and secures a new pad to his underwear. This makes Dennis cry. "I'm just going to bleed through it," he protests. "Or it'll shift and I'll bleed past it.

"I'll change you before that happens. Every half hour, I'll check," Robby promises. "You ready to get up?"

"No."

"That's why I'm here." An arm around his waist, he delicately lifts Dennis from the toilet and into his arms, carrying him bridal style. Even moving so slowly, Dennis moans in familiar, feared agony and whines out his displeasure. "Oh, I know, baby. I'm sorry," Robby says. "It'll be better once we're in bed. All better once we're together."

"I think I'm gonna be sick—" Dennis wriggles free and stumbles onto the tiled bathroom floor. His legs buckle beneath him, and he does not make it to the toilet. He retches out a string of hot, clear vomit onto the tiles, and trembles above it. Robby watches from behind. There's already blood on the rear of Dennis' pyjama bottoms. Does he need a new pad already, or has this one just fallen out of place? He feels useless.

When Dennis finishes gagging, he looks weak enough to fall down onto the wetness. "Robby, can you—The toilet, please," he whines. He looks just barely stronger once Robby helps him back up onto the porcelain. Settling his knobbly shoulders on his shaking knees, he looks exhaustedly resigned to the pain.

"You should go to sleep," he whispers. His skin is shining with sweat. "I'll be here for a while."

"Then I'll be here too." Robby leans on the edge of the bathtub. "I'll get you more Tylenol when you're due, and I can keep you entertained in between. You want to hear about Langdon's big fuck-up today?"

Dennis leans forward so far that he is bent in half, his dripping brow pressed against his knees. He breathes deeply. He does not respond. Robby hears something hitting the toilet water.

Oh, what a beautiful, unproblematic, and romantic pregnancy this has been so far! And everyone behaved so normal and mature!

🌸✨Sweet memories ✨🌸