The small beam of light was like a dagger to your eyes as you stumble out of bed to change your pad/tampon when you know your fiancé, Rita Ora, has left the house. You groan and shake it off, grabbing a hot water bottle from the cupboard and setting in the microwave to reheat.

Crawling back into bed you hear Rita’s car pull back into the driveway. Your face lights up from the excitement of cuddling your fiancé. As you sit up you are hit with a huge wave of nausea and dash to the bathroom to vomit.

You hear her set something down on the bed and rush into the bathroom after you. She pulls a hair tie off her wrist and gently ties back your hair, keeping it out of your face. She rubs your back and when you are finished, she wipes your mouth with a warm washcloth and puts a cold one on the back of your neck. Leaning you against her front, she reassuringly kisses your forehead.

“Did you get up too fast my love?”