Chapter 25: First Present.

A sudden wave of nausea woke me up. As I sat up, I waited to know exactly what's actually going on with my body and then, my brain screamed at me to *run!*

I ran into the toilet and puked up the biryani I had for dinner last night at Indira Ganti, an Indian restaurant. I flushed, rinsed my mouth with Listerine, and brushed my teeth. I was about leaving the bathroom, when another wave overcame me and this time around, the whole pepper, meat and vegetables came running out. I flushed, rinsed and brushed again.

What a sad way to start the day I'm turning thirty, morning sickness is really a *shitty thing*. I collapsed onto the floor and moaned loudly in other to wake up Jon so that he can rescue me.

Jon still laid on the bed sleeping. Max would have heard me puking, he's a very light sleeper.

I sat there on the bathroom floor and moaned louder this time, Jon still couldn't hear me. I stood up from the cold tile and returned to bed, whimpering, "cuddle me."

Jon snored in response.

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