It was late at night. Both you and your husband, Keigo, were laying in bed watching a movie. You had been nauseous since dinner. Keigo had been gently rubbing your stomach while teasing you about just trying to go poop.

He was the type to laugh at you if you’d throw up but still take it seriously at the same time. You gripped his hand a little tighter to make him shut up. His wings fluttered slightly until they stopped at a comfortable position.

All of a sudden you dry heave. “Oh-Hohoho- let’s get you to the bathroom little birdy.” He led you to the bathroom, having you kneel in front of the toilet. He held back a laugh and rubbed your back in gentle circles. Officially you threw up. He laughed while you retched into the toilet. “Oh little birdy. You’ll be okay. Just get it out of your system.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple and wiped your mouth with some toilet paper.