15. 3rd Month

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(Baylee P.O.V)

(Morning sickness)

I threw up my breakfast. I heard someone walk in "Babe!" It was Raph he held my hair up "Oh jeez, babe" "Ugh, I fucking hate this" I whined "I know beautiful I'm sorry" I sighed trying not to throw up again. "You, okay?" "I-I think so" "Well, do you want some tea? That might help" Raph asked softly. I nodded "please" "of course baby" he kissed my head and headed out of the bathroom. I heard him moving things in my house. I cleaned myself up. Soon he came back with my tea "Thank you" "of course baby" I blew, on my tea and took a sip. Raph, picked me up carefully and set me down on the couch, he as next to me. "I love you" I whispered "I love you too sweetheart" he, churred happily and he turned on a movie.

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