Caitlyn stares out the window of the hotel, sighing. The horizon line of the deep blue, swallowing sea was helping calm her nausea. The waves way out were white and capped, the calm sea still tossing and turning.

She wondered if that’s how the baby felt; asleep to the rhythmic shush, to the rocking and swaying and turning. It was slightly hot, and her upper lip was salty, not with ocean spray, but with sweat.

This beach trip had been a good idea, even if it was a little strenuous when she was well into her second trimester. Her wife was always there though, with snacks and shoulder rubs and stomach kisses.

However, now was not exactly her favorite part of carrying their beautiful baby daughter. “Violet, darling, could you please grab me a bowl?”

Her her throat felt tight, saliva thick on her tongue. The morning sickness was fighting its way up her throat in stinging throes of bile.