Dust

I woke up a few days later to the sound of Dove puking her guts out. She was in the small bathroom that branched off of our bedroom. The light was on and the door was open, but all I could see was a small portion of her back that was slumped over the toilet.

"Dove...?" I asked, slowly lifting my head off of my pillow. There was no reply except the emptying of her stomach. "Are you alright?" Still no reply. I hastily threw the covers off of my back and hopped out of bed, racing around to the bathroom. Dove was slouched over the toilet with a filled up bucket to her left.

"I think I'm done now..." Dove said, wiping the puke from the corner of her mouth.

"What happened?!" I yelled, probably waking up the neighbors. "Are you sick? Did you eat something bad? Wha-"

"Allen!" Dove said, suppressing herself from throwing up more. "I'm having morning sickness."

"Is that some kind of disease?" I asked, worry seeping through my voice. "Do we need to go back to China?"

"No, no, Allen, it's what happens when you're pregnant. It's totally normal." She sighed, flushing the toilet.

"Oh..." I felt stupid for not knowing what morning sickness was.

"Come here." Dove said, pulling me in for a kiss.

"No!" I said, backing away. Dove had a look of pure shock on her face. "Brush your teeth fist."

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