A thought struck her, and she covered her mouth with her hand, pretending to retch. "Howard, let me down... I feel nauseous..."
Already pale, her act of feigning queasiness immediately convinced him.
Howard rushed her to the bathroom, holding her in his arms.
As soon as he set her down, she dashed to the toilet and forced herself to "dry heave." Perhaps fate was on her side, as she genuinely began to experience morning sickness just as he approached to pat her back.
She was prone to severe morning sickness, and it wasn't long before her stomach was churning violently.
He seemed pained watching her, and he held her tenderly after she finished.
She leaned against his chest, trying to suppress the waves of nausea.
He gently stroked her back. "Are you okay?"
Her face was pale, and she weakly shook her head. "Just a bit uncomfortable." This time, there was no need to pretend; she was genuinely suffering from the turmoil of morning sickness.
