Regina
I slouched at the table, feeling too tired to even pick up a fork and sample the meatloaf that Japheth had slid in front of me. Honestly, I didn’t even like meatloaf on a good day, no matter how much cheese and bacon he doctored it up with. I guess that detail must have slipped his mind during our 5 year hiatus.
I stared at the congealed ketchup that frosted the log of meatloaf and felt my stomach take a familiar turn. My morning sickness had been all but gone for the last week or so, but now and then it made an ugly reappearance.
“Jeff, I’m…uh…” I pushed the plate away, hoping to put some distance between me and that smell. “Sorry.”
“Oh. Oh! No problem!” He stood quickly and took the plate away. I saw him scrape it into Otis’s bowl. He came back carrying a cold can of ging
