Love Me for Eternity || Bruno Madrigal

Chapter 46: A Surprise

It wasn't even dawn when you woke up hunched over your bedside to hold in your dinner.

The past few nights were filled with... energetic love-making. Bruno wanted so badly to make you pregnant and you would be lying if you said you didn't like the notion of trying again for a baby. Every time you would wake up, he would jokingly ask if you experienced any dizziness. You always replied to him with a playful scoff and a light punch to the chest.

Now that you were experiencing the same nausea that you did when you were pregnant with Teo—triple the intensity, really—you regretted not flicking your husband's nose when he excitedly prattles on with the morning sickness.

Still bare and whatever decency held up by a thin blanket, you tried your best to make your way to your bathroom while holding a hand to your mouth. The loss of warmth made Bruno shift from his sleep, opening his eyes ever so slightly at the sight of you.

Still dazed, half-awake, and a bit of drool still clinging on the side of his lips, he asked you; "Do you have morning sickness yet?"

This man, you swear—

"What do you—" you lurched, knees buckling. "—what do you think?!"

You didn't mean to sound as harsh as you did, but you guessed it was the hormones taking a toll at your emotions and making you want to cry out in frustration (and nausea). Bruno didn't seem to mind your tone when he slowly blinked his bleary eyes in confusion, maybe a bit of disbelief? You were too preoccupied with trying to open the door to your shared bathroom to really notice. He slowly sat up, observed the way you tried to keep yourself together, rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing clearly, and did something that made you want to cry again—but in a mix of laughter and disbelief at how adorably stupid your husband was.

He pinched himself. On the arm.

Then he slapped his cheek once. Hard.

And finally, his tired eyes widened, now fully awake.

"Wait—wait you're having morning sickness?! Now?! "

"Ay, Dios mio, tonto! What the hell—" you lurched again. "—what the hell do you think I have?!"

"I don't know, the flu?"

"Bruno!"

"I'm sorry—I'm sorry! I, uh, wait—what do you need?! Towels? Warm water—!"

"I'm having morning sickness, not going into labor, tonto!"

"Okay, okay. First you need, uh, you need Julie's arepas!"

"I think I need to puke first—" On cue, your knees finally gave in and buckled under you. Finally snapping out of his panic, he precariously put on some pants and a loose shirt before grabbing your skirt to dress you. He rubbed comforting circles on your back and whispered words of encouragement, opening the door to your shared bathroom so you could empty your stomach. He pulled your hair back and gave you his undivided attention.

"It's okay, it's okay. Puke it all out. Just—just don't puke our baby out."

"Bruno!"

"Ay! Sorry, sorry! I was trying to lighten the mood!"

He continued to kneel beside you whilst you practically hugged the toilet and puked everything out of your system. You were still lightheaded, the world spinning around you. You weren't sure why the symptoms of your pregnancy were way worse than you had before, but you knew for sure that it was going to suck if it continued on a daily basis.

It was quiet for a few moments, the only noise present was your labored breaths and occasional gags. The constant drip of the water pump beside you filled the space with echoes of water; although something that irked you whenever you wanted the peace and quiet during the nights of your sleep, it became a guide for your inhales and exhales when you breathed in and out, in pace with the drops that slid down the drain.