Cheryl's POV
On the list of great things to wake up to in the morning, Cheryl had accumulated many that would make her smile instantly. The knowledge that her wife's warm body was right there next to hers for however long she wanted it, amazing. The smell of freshly made...anything for breakfast, the greatest. The sight of Toni's head between her thighs while brown eyes patiently watched her face for signs of an orgasm, hell fucking yes, sign her right up.
Having her face buried in a toilet while her insides came out however, was not on that list. Cheryl was going through her second bout of early-day nausea (she refused to jinx herself and call it morning sickness) and it sucked significantly more than she thought it would. First, she puked. Then, she thought of the fact that she was puking, and then it made her puke again. The cycle continued itself until her stomach was completely empty and she sat with her knees clutched to her naked chest on the plush rug against the wall.
"Baby? Are you okay in there?" she heard a concerned Toni ask from the other side of the closed bathroom door. It began to open and she shouted for Toni to stop.
"Don't come in! I'm naked!" she shouted, attempting humor so Toni wouldn't notice her post-vomit appearance.
"Good one. I'm coming in now." Toni walked in, still in her jogging clothes, and immediately dropped down to her eye level. She brushed the hair out of her face and furrowed her eyebrows. "Feeling any better?"
She shrugged and Toni frowned at her lack of a verbal answer. She sighed and covered her mouth with her hands. "I'm not talking this close to you without brushing my teeth first," she said behind the barrier.
"Cher, I have seen you in some of the worst conditions you have ever gone through. I can handle your post-throw up breath."
"Not when it's mixed with morning breath. Just back it on up!"
"Nah, I think I'll get a little closer." She wasn't fast enough to stop Toni who tackled her to the ground, began to kiss all over her face and neck, and tickled her sides simultaneously. She was torn between fighting away the playful attack and using her hands to cover her mouth as she laughed and shouted for Toni to stop.
"You're such a little shit! Go away!" she yelled behind her hand and through her laughter as she tried to push Toni's big head away with the other.
"No, it's my turn to be annoying in the morning. Just let me love you Cher!" she said, making fun of Cheryl's behavior a few days before.
Just then, their little foster puppy ran into the room yapping excitedly thinking it was time to play. He jumped up to the side of Toni's head and began to chew at Toni's hair with his little teeth. "Yeah, get her cutie!" Toni recoiled from the tiny terror known as Shithead and Cheryl was able to squirm out from under her wife's body. She stood up and grabbed her toothbrush and the toothpaste while Toni pretended to fight the puppy on the floor.
"Cher help! He's trying to bite my jugular!"
"Do you even know where your jugular is?" Cheryl asked around the toothbrush in her mouth.
"Yes! And he's trying to get his little beast teeth around it. Call your Hellhound off!"
Cheryl rolled her eyes at Toni's dramatics and finished brushing her teeth. She rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash and finally stepped back over to where Toni was on her back, pushing the puppy's face away every time he got too close to her neck. She picked him up and put him down just outside of the bathroom, giving him a little pat to run somewhere else. He did and she went back over to Toni, standing directly over her head.
