Instead of the closeness we usually shared during our morning ablutions we moved around each other like two strangers. I spent the morning hours holding her hair back and cleaning her up after my baby made her sick as a dog. I'd made her tea that second morning after having read up on some of the remedies women used for morning sickness the day before.
Later that same day I went out and bought cases of crackers and ginger ale and everything that was mentioned that could possibly help. After that I pretty much left her alone; it hurt me still to see her looking so forlorn and sulky but I wasn't in the relenting mood.
"When's your next doctors appointment?" "In a few days." She was working at her computer, which was her usual deal when things were good between us. She worked on her manuscript while I puttered around in my workshop or traded on the net; then we'd break for lunch together usually followed by a wild bout of fucking which could sometimes last until late evening. Now we didn't even touch except when I was helping her while she was being ill.
