I sit in the bathroom, bent over the toilet throwing up everything I've ever eaten. I rub my belly maternally. I feel hand on rub against my back gently.
"Babygirl?" Gwil asks.
"Yeah?"
"I've made you some tea," he says extending a mug to me. I take it and take a sip.
"Thank you," I respond. He takes a seat down next to me. "You don't have to sit here."
"I want to," he says readjusting. "I can't possibly let my family go through this alone, can I?" I take his hand in mine and gently rub my fingertips against his skin.
"I love you," I say softly.
"I love you too."
