It's Sunday around noon Ara and Austy are just waking up. Last night they laid in bed binge-watching S.W.A.T. in between making love off and on. Ara is about to say something but jumps out of bed. She is running into the bathroom. Austy runs behind her. He sees her on the floor with her head over the toilet, vomiting. "Oh, my poor Butterfly," He wets a washcloth and sits down beside her rubbing her back. When she is done, he lays the wet cloth on her forehead. "I love that we are having a baby. But I don't like seeing you sick. I wish I could do that part for you." He kisses her forehead.
"Thanks. Hopefully, the morning sickness will not be too bad." She looks at him. He is picking her up, carrying her to their bedroom. "What are you doing?" She is looking around the room.
"Mrs. Loke
