MEANWHILE…
[Olive]
Ugh… Here it comes again…
With haste, I got up in our bed and rush toward our bathroom. It's barely six in the morning yet here I am in our toilet puking my guts out, well, there goes yesterday's dinner. It's filthy hearing me retching in the bathroom and that force that you need to get that unpleasant feeling away just ruins your entire day.
While I was throwing up on the toilet bowl, I sensed my husband by my side and pulled up my hair so it won't get caught up in my vomit. "There, there… let it all out, honey…". And boy, did I do…
"Honey, are you sure you're okay…?" Kyle worriedly asked me as I curled myself onto him after my little not-so-pretty exhibition, "You been throwing up rather frequently these days… I will get the pack doctor once the sun rises.".
"No… No, no, I'm fine… Maybe I'm just a little stressed from work…"
