IN grimace, Janni caressed her mate’s back as she dry heaved in the restroom. Her lunch had been dumped already a few minutes ago.
She wiped Leonel’s face with the warm cloth when she sat on the closed lid of the toilet bowl. Leonel finally stopped throwing up.
“Is this how it feels like to be pregnant? Can we talk about having a baby, maybe five years from now?” Leonel said in a gruff voice. Her eyes were closed.
“I’ll carry the baby.” She responded to her mate’s jest about the situation.
Leonel’s dark orbs meet hers. A smile was painted on her lips.
Hands grabbed her hips before her mate’s face pressed on her abdomen.
“I don’t feel really good. This is worse than a hangover.” The other woman said in a muffled voice.
“I’m sorry.”
She combed Leonel’s long wavy hair. Sweat has f
