Laying in his unconscious arms, the blurry room started to spin. I pulled myself from the bed and quickly stumbled to the toilet. Barely making it the white bowl filled with the contents of my stomach. "I'm here baby." I herd Ricky gently voice before he started rubbing my back. I took the fist full of white stands and made it into a bun on top of my head. "how about some tea and a little bit of tv?" He asked as I wiped my mouth.
I looked over at the bed, those 20 stumbly steps would give me away. "I have a headache, and getting up right now would make it worse" I sat against the cabinets. "Psh, I carry you all of the time." he chuckled bending down. " I've gained a few pounds though." I admitted. "really? I honestly haven't noticed." he kissed my head setting me down on the ruffled sheets.
I picked up the remote and black screen filled with greys, and whites. "feed me Seymour." the large plant spoke. The small clock read 7:37am in bright blue. He returned with a steaming dark grey mug. "is little shop of horrors okay?" I questioned accepting the cup. " yeah" Rick got in on his side before placing his arm around me.
"Hey, we have a local show in a few days, and I'd love if you'd come. I get it's not really your scene." He spoke softly in my ear. "yeah, I'll always support you." I gave him a quick peck on his cheek. "can we talk about something kinda important?" He asked. "of course." I agreed, I probably won't remember it in the morning anyways. "kids?" His voice cracked a bit.
"Kids arnt that bad, I actually wanted one in the future." I shrugged snuggling into his side so he couldn't see my face. "good were on the same page." he left a small kiss on me. Shortly I felt myself dozing off.