Team8s and Counting

92. A Quiet Walk, A Sudden Storm

The weekend had finally approached. All the kids were calmly playing under their parents supervision, and Donut was in his room with Barf Bag, helping her throughout the day. While the morning sickness had subsided, she still got sick occasionally, and it was not fun for her, since she really wanted to go back to work full time before the baby arrived.

Donut was snuggled up with his wife in bed, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead, "You doing okay, Barfy?"

Barf Bag gently nodded, "Yeah, I didn't get sick last night so that's always a bonus!"

Donut continued to squeeze her hand, offering her a comforting presence, "Are you up for going on a walk soon? The weather's nice out and you could use the fresh air."

Barf Bag smiled, "That sounds nice actually, let me get ready and I'll meet you downstairs."

Donut made his way downstairs, as Barf Bag slowly hobbled out of bed. Despite the lingering discomfort, she knew that Donut was right: it had been days since she had made her way out of the house, and it would be good to spend some time with Donut that wasn't him rubbing her back while she was puking in the toilet.

Once Barf Bag made her way downstairs, Donut greeted her with a warm smile and they headed outside the door.

Barf Bag felt a sense of peace wash over her once she felt the air from outside hit her face for the first time in days.

They walked slowly, hand in hand, through the quiet neighborhood. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers. Barf Bag found herself taking deeper breaths, letting the fresh air fill her lungs and calm her mind.

As they strolled along the path, Donut pointed out little things to keep the conversation light – a squirrel darting up a tree, a pair of ducks waddling near a pond. Barf Bag smiled, feeling grateful for his efforts to keep her spirits up.

They reached a small park and decided to sit on a bench for a while. Donut took out a small snack from his pocket, handing it to Barf Bag, who laughed softly.

"Always prepared, huh?" she said, taking the snack gratefully.

"You know me," Donut replied with a wink. "Gotta take care of my girl."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the children play in the distance. The sound of their laughter brought a bittersweet feeling to Barf Bag's heart. She rested her head on Donut's shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her, holding her close.

However, just as they were about to leave the park, Barf Bag felt a little pang in her abdomen. She brushed it off, now wanting to worry Donut, as they headed back home.

The two of them enjoyed spending time together, even through the chaos of the pregnancy. Barf Bag could feel the morning sickness coming back, and informed Donut about it.

"I'm bolting to the bathroom the second we get home," Barf Bag warned him, "It was nice to get a break form the morning sickness, but I think there's still more of it to come."

Donut leaned in and kissed her on the check, "I'm sorry Barfy, let me know if you need me when we get back."

The two of them made their way back home, as Barf Bag ran upstairs to the bathroom. She started to feel a little nauseous, but ended up not throwing up. She thought it was weird, especially since her stomach was now starting to hurt a little bit more.

Barf Bag then took a seat on the toilet to see if that would help at all. But suddenly, she felt a sudden, alarming gush.

"DONUT!" She shouted from the bathroom, "Somthings wrong!" Her voice quivered as she waited for Donut to arrive.