Rushing to the bathroom, retching as your stomach refuses to bring up anything else, having already releasing everything the other three times you were sprawled on the bathroom floor this morning.

You were silently cursing Keegan for getting you here in this first place, pregnant. you wipe of the beads of sweat that raced down your forehead.

Eyes watering as you violently shake, Keegan walks upstairs your phone in his hand and a raised eyebrow.

"baby? are you ok?"