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By lunch she was feeling better and decided to eat in bed, after that she had showered in a hurry overwhelmed by the scent of soap, normally she liked it but that day it seemed to her that it was much stronger than usual and she didn't want to think that she had gone many times to the bathroom to pee so her morning of doing laziness hadn't been so much. As she went down to the living room again ready to go to school for Ryuu she sensed something smelled terrible, calling Yuuki to look together for the source of the smell, though the woman said she didn't sense anything. She just closed her eyes for a second letting her nose guide her and not wanting to think she would get dizzy again, pointing to the couch.

Between the two of them they moved it because it was so heavy and she frowned as the bad smell increased, there was a half eaten slice of pizza completely rotten, and she was sure it must have been there since her last trip, what she couldn't decide was whether to blame her husband or her son, probably her husband for not keeping an eye on her son. Yuuki was left cleaning that up while she went out, sure enough they had laid down to watch a movie and when the food fell on the floor neither of them cared to know its whereabouts. She didn't want to get angry and a scolding at that point no longer carried any weight, but she should be more mindful of moving the couch.

She parked in front of the school just in time, Ryuu in the distance beckoned her to wait for him for a moment as he was saying goodbye to his group of friends, among those a girl who was smiling too much in her son's direction, seeing him say goodbye and smiling back at her, turning completely red as soon as he turned his back on her and ran to the car. She frowned, her little dragon was too young to be thinking about girls, and that girl had better keep her hands off her son.

She surprised herself at her own annoyance, but really the idea that her son was already thinking about girlfriends or such things wasn't to her liking, he was her baby! A baby just a few weeks shy of his 13th birthday, but her baby after all.

Kiba:
Do you want me to bring dinner from tsukune's place?

She saw the message in the middle of the afternoon answering affirmatively before returning her attention to check with Ryuu his homework and why not, how his languages were going since she hadn't listened to him for a while. With English there was no problem, French was decent, but when she asked him a couple of things in Chinese she noticed that he had it very sloppy, she had to settle for the fact that he understood her but couldn't put together the sentence to answer her, it was still nice because she liked to listen to the little he babbled.

At dinner she didn't mention to them about the pizza slice because she didn't want to remember the smell and look of the spoiled food. Although she stayed away from Kiba because she still couldn't stand his perfume, she was glad to see that he had indeed complied and bought the previous one. And also she sent him to bathe before he got into bed or he would have to go sleep in the guest room.

Tuesday morning she woke up feeling more nauseous than the day before, and had had to get up a couple of times in the middle of the night to pee, which was unusual. The difference was that the discomfort hadn't gone away with the infusion, as she had gotten up early she told Yuuki not to make eggs for her, the image of the previous day increased her discomfort. She had to go vomit before sitting down to breakfast, though what was going through her mind as she rinsed her mouth was that in her life she wanted to see a calamari brochette again.

After saying goodbye to her husband and son she went back to bed, taking her laptop with her to waste some time with it, the third time she had to get up to pee she felt annoyed, she hadn't even had that many liquids. So she decided to take a shower and try to find something more productive to do, she had finished getting dressed and as she bent down to pick up her shoes she felt for a moment that everything went black.

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