The next morning I awoke in the bed alone. "Jemma?" I called for her and then heard the toilet in the small bathroom flushing. I sat up as she walked out. "Are you okay?"
"My body just remembered I was pregnant and gifted me with morning sickness." She walked towards me on unsteady feet. I stood up and scooped her up into my arms and lay on the bed with her on my chest.
"You are still quite weak."
She snuggled against me. "Well, I was out for a week."
"I know." I closed my eyes as we took the moment together to just be in the other's presence. There was a knock on the door as Angela strolled in.
"Good morning you two." She smiled at us. "I am here to release, Jemma." She pulled up a stool and sat beside the bed. "She will still be a bit weak and will have to take it easy.
