Ghost just returned from his morning shower with wet hair and a towel on his shoulders. You were still sleeping. He smiled slightly and walked over to you. He sat on the edge of the bed, stroking your hand and saying quietly.
"Good morning, honey." You slowly opened your eyes, yawning. Seeing my husband and his light smile, my mood immediately lifted. Sitting on the bed, you tried to wake up. But sudden vomiting made me jump out of bed and run to the toilet. Leaning over the toilet, you vomited. A couple of minutes later, you came out and immediately found yourself in the arms of your husband, who was looking at you with concern.
“How are you? Still feeling nauseous?” "A little..." you muttered. Sharp vomiting and pain in the head could only mean one thing... "Will you take a test?" suddenly suggested Ghost, looking into your eyes.