"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control- control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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I look towards the direction of our bathroom when I hear the sound of Michelle gagging, followed by vomit hitting the bottom of the toilet.
Immediately, I rush over to her, seeing the mess she's in. I gather her hair behind her head, stopping her blonde curls from being covered in last night's food. It feels like an eternity that we're standing here. Thankfully, I've never been too grossed out when it comes to throwing up.
"Are you done?" I ask her.
She nods while groaning, "I- I think so."
"Sit down." I usher her to sit on the toilet as I lean over to flush it.
I ask her "Do you need to use the toilet?"
I watch as she nods, so I assist in pulling down her sweatpants to her ankles, followed by her underwear.
"You just take your time, okay?"
Michelle has been really sick since yesterday, and I've been by her side the entire time. I worry about her a lot. I know that she probably doesn't deserve my worries, but I can't help myself. Plus, she's pregnant, and being sick is dangerous for the baby.
"Are- are you done?" I ask her as the sound of her urine hitting the toilet disappears.
She nods. "Y- yeah."
She attempts to pull up her pants but I insist on helping her. "No, I'll do it."
She shakes her head. "Em, you don't have to do all this. Plus, you should probably stay away from me. I- I'll sleep on the couch."
"No." I tell her. "No, you won't."
"Seriously, I don't care. I'll sleep on the couch tonight."
"No, you're not sleeping on the couch, Michelle. That's the end of it." I stop her.
"Whatever. If you get sick, then don't blame me." She giggles.
I roll my eyes at her. "Come on, let's get you back to bed. You need to rest."
She nods, so I begin to help her out of the bathroom. I hold onto her hips gently as I walk behind her to make sure that she doesn't end up on the floor.
"Be careful of the step." I remind her.
"Don't worry, I got it."
"Of course you do." I giggle slightly.
When we reach our bed, I immediately pull back the covers, rearranging the pillows to make it as comfortable as possible for her.
I make sure to grab the pregnancy pillow that I insisted on buying for her. She says that she finds it embarrassing and doesn't want to be reminded of the fact that she "looks like a whale".
"Okay, hop in." I tell her.
She giggles. "You go to too much effort to make me happy."
