"Does this help?" Kael asks, his hands hovering over your stomach awkwardly. He was trying to give you a massage, somehow thinking it would help with nausea. It definitely was not helping. You hadn't had the heart to tell him. But the morning sickness had gotten worse and all you could do was push his hands away.

He sighs, guilt eating away at him. "I'm sorry. I'll get you some water... we should keep you on bland food for a bit," Kael says. He's already reaching for a bottle of water that he stashed in the room the previous night. Considering he hasn't experienced this before, he's pretty good at taking care of you in your pregnant state.

"Don't worry about doing anything right now. If you want the TV on, I'll give you the remote. Or you can distract yourself with your phone, or my phone," he offers. You hardly feel like playing around with either of your phones. In fact, you'd probably rather go to sleep or pass out. But that's not really an option when you feel like this.