You groan, leaning over the toilet bowl as you yet again throw up, throat burning raw from the stomach acid. You and your boyfriend, Johnny, got pregnant together and you’re currently dealing with the effects of morning sickness because of it.

You got off testosterone for the pregnancy, and it has been smooth sailing up until now, in your ninth week of it when God decided to grace you with the gift of feeling ill every morning.

“This morning sickness is really taking it out on ya, eh?” Johnny chuckles as he rubs your back, but upon seeing your less than amused expression he sighs, shutting up and letting you hurl into the toilet again.

It’s quiet for a moment before Johnny speaks again, “ye ken… yer kind o’ like a seahorse.” He doesn’t offer an explanation at first, but upon seeing the stare you’re giving him he elaborates.

“Ye don’t know? Male seahorses are the ones to give birth. So, yer a seahorse dad for our wean” He jabs you with his elbow, a teasing smirk on his face as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. He’s awfully proud of the research he’s done and it shows.