You hated seeing your wife sick. She was sick, very sick. She barely could move, she threw up often, she was weak. It broke your heart too see her in pain. You rushed too her side as you found her yet again in the bathroom, her head in the toilet puking her guts out. You held her hair back and rubbed her back gently.
"It's okay, your gonna be okay" you kept whispering in her ear too calm her down.
"Y/N" she croaked sitting up and pushing her hair out of her face.
"Yeah baby?" You asked wiping her mouth and flushing the toilet.
"Can I tell you something?" She asked seeming nervous.
"Of course babe, what is it" you asked furrowing your eyes brows in confusion.
"Well- im not sick" she began and you didn't understand.
"Well I am. But there's a reason" she said nervously.
You set a comforting hand on her thigh in attempt to settle her nerves.
"I'm pregnant" she whispered barely audible.
You gasped.
"Really?" You said excitedly.
She nodded cautiously.
"Wow" you whispered a huge smile spreading across your face.
"You're- you're okay with it?" She asked visibly relaxing.
"Yes I'm okay with it! Im so happy" you smiled pulling her in for a hug.
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Sorry it's so short guys!!
