"Morning Sickness"

I woke up to the sound of Billie's gentle humming as she made breakfast in the kitchen. I stretched my arms and yawned, feeling a bit groggy from the night before. As I sat up, Billie poked her head into the bedroom, a bright smile on her face. "Good morning, babe," she said, using the nickname she reserved just for me. I smiled back, feeling a flutter in my chest. I loved it when she called me that. "Good morning, angel," I replied, using one of my own nicknames for her. Billie giggled and sauntered into the bedroom, a plate of pancakes in her hand. She set it down on the nightstand and climbed into bed beside me, snuggling up close. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over me. We cuddled for a moment, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. As we sat there, Billie started to kiss my forehead, cheeks, and lips. I loved our morning cuddles, and I knew that physical touch was our love language. We always made sure to prioritize it, whether it was a gentle kiss, a hug, or just holding hands. But as Billie pulled back to look at me, I could see a flicker of concern in her eyes. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft. "You look a little pale." I shrugged, trying to brush it off. "I'm fine, just a little tired, I guess." Billie nodded, but she didn't seem entirely convinced. She handed me a glass of water and a pancake, and I took a bite, trying to eat something to settle my stomach. But as I chewed, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I quickly set the plate down and reached for the trash can, my heart racing. Billie was by my side in an instant, holding my hair back as I got sick. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice full of concern. As I finally started to feel a little better, Billie helped me back into bed, tucking a cool cloth against my forehead. I closed my eyes, feeling miserable. This wasn't like me at all. I was usually a healthy person, with boundless energy and a strong stomach. But as the morning wore on, I only felt worse. My body ached, and my head spun. Billie stayed by my side, holding me and talking softly to calm me down. I could feel her worry and love radiating off her, and it made me feel a little better. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I heard Billie get up and make a phone call. I couldn't quite make out what she was saying, but I knew she was taking care of me. That's what she always did. And as I lay there, feeling crummy and helpless, I knew that I was lucky to have Billie by my side. She was my rock, my partner, and my love. And I knew that together, we could face whatever was making me feel so awful. But what was it? And what would happen next?