Andrea
When I woke up this morning, James was no where in sight. I immediately had to sprint to the bathroom. Damn morning sick was getting the best of me again. As I finished washing my hands and brushing my teeth, James came rushing into the bathroom, "Are you okay, love?" he breathlessly asked, clearly out of breath from running.
I chuckled, as I dried my hands, then cupped his cheek and said, "I am fine. It's just the normal morning sickness."
He quickly pulled me against his chest, and wrapped his arms around me. After holding me for a few minutes, he cheerfully stated, "I made you some breakfast."
"Umm, what did you make me," I curiously asked, as I continued to snuggle against him, enjoying the closeness.
"Blueberry pancakes and bacon," he proudly sta
