Ellis
“Here shortcake.” I hand her the glass of lemonade as she sits down for breakfast. She kept dinner down last night which was a minor miracle. Hoping she can eat this morning because watching her throw up all day long was hard. I know the doctor said it would level off soon, but I am not someone who can handle watching his wife be sick with no way to help her. Being helpless is not in my vocabulary.
“Thanks. Something smells good.” She sounds hopeful and I kiss her forehead.
I lean down and kiss her stomach. “Let your momma eat please.” I whisper and she laughs.
“This is your kid. You think he’s going to listen?” I raise an eyebrow at her.
“He huh? You have some insider information there?”
“No just a hunch.” I go make her plate.
“Bacon, toast and strawberries?” I ask and she
