>>67821067"Uuuugghh, Iiiiincoooooo, 'm gonna... 'm gonna... URUGGHAGHGHGHOULGH"
>I grimace to myself. Yep. That's the third time she's thrown up this morning.>I step out of the kitchen with her ginger tea. There she is, lying on the couch, plastic pitcher filled with gator puke next to her on the ground.>She extends her arms out, fingers grasping in the air, as I near. The stomach-settling elixir is deposited within them, and quickly finds its way to her lips."Don't you want water with that? To, uh, wash away the vomit ta-"
>Too late, she's already sipping. Olivia's face scrunches in disgust from the strange mixture of tastes."...Blech. I can take it. Thanks, Inco."
>I simply nod her way, taking the puke pitcher back to our bathroom to dispose of the biological hazard and rinse it out. Again. My gator gir- no, gator WIFE - calls out to me."'m gonna turn on Gundam. You wanna watch it with me?"
>I sigh. I'd really like to, but..."Start it without me, 'Liv. I gotta run out to the store again to get more chicken noodle."
>Walking back to our apartment's living room to grab my keys and hand her back the Nito Patented Hurl-Catcher-9000, I'm confronted by the saddest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen."Incooooo..."
>...Which I ignore, flicking my keys into my hand."Crocodile tears won't work, Olivia. You've made me immune."
"But I thought you said I was a gator!"
"Same difference."
>She sulks deeper into her nest of blankets, taking another sip of ginger tea."C'mon, 'Liv. It won't be long. You've been sick for three days now and we're running low."
"Iiiiincoooo-ho-ho-hoooooo... I'll DIE if you leeeeaaaave..."
>Exasperated, I turn away from my dying wife. But, as my hands touch the door, a random thought crosses my mind. I rub my nine-o-clock shadow thoughtfully as I turn back to her."...What if you're pregnant?"
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