Axel stood by the bathroom door with his arms crossed, his burly frame against the door, his worried gaze fixed on Courtney's back as she threw up for the third time that morning.
He moved from the door to where she was bent over the toilet seat, running a soothing hand along the skin on her bare back temporarily covered in goose pimples.
"That's enough now, Babe!" He cooed. Courtney began to sob as he held her up, "You've been throwing up a lot lately, we need to get this checked, you're not the sick type."
"I don't want to get my hopes high!" She vehemently shook her head, sniffled, and moved from his comforting toned arms, moving from the bathroom back to the room.
She heard the toilet and shortly after, he joined her in the room.
"What are you doing?" His heart stopped for a coupl
