Halley Gomez had spent her entire life escaping her nightmares thus that she'd never remembered them, but she had no notion that those flashes of her contained a significant part of her past.
Abbey Martinez, experiencing hypertrophic cardiomyopathy...
Vince made a conscious effort to get up early that day in order to make amends to his wife for the stress he had given her the day prior.
And, as he always does, he brought out his phone and began recording a video. He wanted to record Tricia's complete pregnancy as it was one of the most significant occasions in their life.
He had hardly just begun filming himself when he noticed Tricia was now awake.
"Good morning, honey," he smiled then kissed his wife on the forehead.
Tricia grinned and hugged him gently, her eyes shut, "Good morning, hon."
"I'm filming video again, Honey, how many weeks h—"
"What? You're recording again?" She said, frowning as she noticed her husband carrying his phone.
Vince chuckled a bit seeing Tricia whirled around rather quickly.
"Oh, honey, why did you turn around? I usually film us to document your maternity journey diba; aren't you still getting used to it?"
"I just wake up; I haven't been able to—"
"You're incredibly beautiful, honey."
"Bolero!"
Vince couldn't help but smile again while he constantly glanced at his wife, "Honey, how many weeks have you been pregnant now?"
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Tricia won't respond, so Vince instantly embraced her and showered her with soft and gentle kisses before questioning once more.
"Enough, hon; switch off the camera."
"I'm afraid I don't want to, Mrs. Gom—"
"Fine! 9th week," she eventually replied, "now get off of me, I'm about to throw up!"
Tricia sprinted to the bathroom as swiftly as she said that since her morning sickness had indeed struck her. She, excessively, could feel nauseous.
"Slow down, honey," Vince advised her.
Vince likewise rolled out of bed and waved his camcorder goodbye, saying "husband duties first!" before shutting it off and following Tricia to the restroom.
He stood behind his wife, holding her hair and constantly caressing her back while she was still vomiting, saying "Honey, let it all out" until she was through.
"Hon, could you just grab me—"
"Towel? Here," he said quickly as if he knew what his wife needed even before she asked for it.
Vince remained firmly alongside Tricia, waiting patiently as well as accompanying her.
