I shot out of bed as I felt bile rising. Rushing into the bathroom, I puked out whatever that would come out. I heard the bathroom door open as Ethan entered. I'm sure the force of the door banging woke him up.

He started rubbing my back as I continued emptying my tummy. My body finally started relaxing and I took this as my opportunity to stand. I flushed and stood up. Going to the sink I rinsed my mouth.

I looked out the window in the bathroom and noticed that it was dark outside. I looked at Ethan and he was looking at me with a concerned look on his face.

"I'm sorry I woke you up so early." I said looking down.

"Why are you apologizing? It's normal and anyways, I'm glad that I'm actually doing this with you, even though I'm not the one that's gonna have baby in me for nine months but the least I could do is be with you throughout the duration. Right?" He said looking down at me.

I just nodded. Puking takes a lot of energy and I felt drained.

"Come on let's get back to bed." He said pulling me out of the bathroom.

He sat me on the bed and glanced at the alarm clock on his side of the bed.

It's currently 04:09am and here I am throwing up.

"I'll have Barbara come over to drop your meds and whatever else you'll need." He said climbing into bed.

"Who's Barbara?" I asked confused.

"My family doctor, she's the one that we'd gone to. You were kinda shocked after finding out about the bun in your oven so I didn't go back to her for the prescriptions and all. So I'll just have here come later on today. I'm sure there's something that'll help with your morning sickness." He explained looking at me.

Why does he keep looking at me like that.

"Okay." I replied.

I was about to get back in bed but realised that I only had the boxers on. I looked at the bed then the floor and saw the sweatpants on the floor. I looked at Ethan and I saw him sporting a smug smirk on his face. I felt like face palming myself, I'm so embarrassed.

"Did I..?" I started, but trailed off not knowing what to say. This is so embarrassing.

"Yep, I woke up when I felt you shifting around, I thought something was wrong till I saw you giving me a strip show in your sleep. I must say, you're talented." He chuckled.

This isn't funny! Argh! Why do I always have to do that. For some reason I can't sleep with anything long or tight on me. If I do I take off in my sleep. That's why pants and long sleeves are a no-no for me when sleeping. Sometimes even dresses.

I buried myself under the covers and groaned. For some reason that was amusing to Ethan because he started laughing. Why is he laughing at me and why do I feel like crying?

This is just too embarrassing. Before I knew it I was sniffling and a tear trailed down from my eye and very soon after that one many more followed behind. Ethan stopped laughing and pulled the sheets from my head and looked at me. He saw my tear stricken face and pulled me up.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain? Are you hurt?" He asked doing a once over check on me.

I continued crying and buried myself into his chest, not being able to keep eye contact with him.

"What's wrong Lena?" He sounded very worried now. I shivered slightly from the way my name sounded coming from him. But ignored it and gripped his shirt.

"I didn't mean to take the sweatpants off, but it just happens to me when I wear something tight and you-you laughed at me." I hiccuped them sniffled.

"Is that why you're crying?" He seemed taken back by my response. And his question seemed to open another floodgate that led to more tears falling.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. Sorry. But I'm sure it's weird that a grown woman like me is crying, but I-i just can't help it, you hurt my feelings." I cried into his chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Don't apologize, I'm the one at fault here. And no, I don't find it weird that you're crying. I actually find the way you pout when crying cute and adorable." He smiled.

"Really?" I asked looking up at him.

"Yes really." He replied.

We sat in silence, still cuddled up with each other for a while till I spoke up.

"Ethan?"

"Mmh?" He hummed back.

"I'm hungry." I said.

"Like right now?" He asked.

I pulled away from him so I could look up at him.

"Yah, why?"

"Babe, it's like 04:23am." He said after glancing at the clock.

I blushed at the fact that he called me babe, and immediately looked down feeling very shy. But could feel my eyes start to water again. I tried blinking back the tears, but failed as the fell on my thighs.

Ethan placed a finger under my chin and had me look up at him. "What's wrong?" He asked in a cooing manner.

"I'm hungry." I sniffled, then buried myself into his chest again.

"Okay, let's get you some food alright?"

I nodded into his chest whilst gripping his shirt.

"Let's go get you food." He repeated and I just nodded.

He let out a sigh and slid down from the bed then lifted me up. I still had my face buried in his chest.

We got to the kitchen and he placed me on a stool.

"What do you wanna eat?" He asked me as he made his way through his beautiful gourmet kitchen that could have me camping in here for a very long time.

"I want spicy chicken soup." I looked up at him.

Ethan nodded and started cooking.

...

Thirty minutes later and here I am crying because the soup isn't spicy enough.

"Lena I swear, I added chilli to the soup." He tried to reassure me.

"Then why isn't it spicy enough?" I cried.

"I don't know. Can I taste it?" He asked looking at me.

Even though he prepared the soup for me, I didn't let him taste it. But now that he asked and I was trying to prove a point to him. I had to let him taste him. I scooped some soup and held it out for him to taste.

As soon as the soup for into his mouth he spat it out.

"Hot!" He heaved and rushed to the fridge. He got a carton of milk and chugged it straight from the carton.

What does he mean by hot!? This thing isn't even half spicy and there he is going hot! I rolled my eyes at him.

"Elena, that soup is pretty spicy if you ask me." He said once he was done downing the milk.

I shook my head and got off the stool. I opened the fridge and started looking for chilli peppers or chilli powder or anything chilli.

"What are you looking for?" He asked after I shoved from the fridge.

"Shut up" I waved him off.

After my long search in his packed fridge. I found an orangish-yellow chilli pepper.

I rinsed it and dipped the whole thing into my soup. I sat down then tasted the soup. It tasted divine. I couldn't help but moan at the taste.

I held the spoon out so Ethan could taste how much better the soup now tasted. And when I looked at him, he was looking at me as if I grew four heads.

"What?" I shrugged and held the spoon out towards him. "Ooh, taste it now. It tastes divine and those chicken breast pieces,mmmmmh."

"I'm good. I can't believe you're actually having soup with a whole chilli pepper in it." He said while putting the milk carton back in fridge, eyes wide.

I shrugged and continued having my soup. "Yah, whatever. By the way, you better finish that milk before this day ends since you wanted to be a pig and down it straight from the carton." I said looking at my soup.

No way in hell was I gonna let that thing stay in the fridge any longer than today. He's even lucky that I'm letting it stay in for a day. That goat.