Blake lay on the floor of the bathroom that morning. Kiefer was already out. He had to wake up and do work related things. It sucked, but as always Blake understood. Zelda was graciously still asleep in her big girl bed right now. They needed more space down the road. She wasn't sure how Kiefer felt about getting another place, but she figured he was okay with it. He hadn't planned to be sharing this space when he moved in. Certainly not with his two favorite ladies, and their two cats.
She sat up, arm around her stomach, leaning back over the toilet as she dry heaved. She didn't have anything left. She hadn't eaten much the night before. Her new birth control was putting her through the ringer and she hated it. "Mierda," Blake coughed, tears streaming. Maybe she needed more food? No, that idea made her stomach wretch.
Eventually she managed to get to her feet, flushing everything down the toilet and washing her face off slowly. She took a few sips of water. She wasn't often sick. It had been a while, honestly. She did manage a small infection while she was breastfeeding, and that sucked, but she hadn't been puking. She remembered the last time she'd properly felt like this though.
Blake frowned at her uncharacteristically pale reflection in the mirror. Mierda.
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ContoBlake loves him very much. She has loved him for years. How can she not love the father of her child, her fiance? There are bumps and bruises along the way, but Blake is sure that in the end, when they get married, it will all be alright. It has to...
