Chapter Text
Firsts—Morning
by MOrgan
Morning---
"Cher?" waking up to an empty bed, again.
Head cocks, listening
Door opens.
"Cher?"
Then closes.
Light dawns.
Opens bathroom door.
"Non, non cher, sleeping on the floor is not good for you or le petit."
Gentle hands rock shoulder and urge body off of the floor.
"Gumbo" groaned out as hands grab toilet bowl, again.
Back is stroked, vomiting shakes the body.
"How long did Hank say this will last?"
"First three months, Cher, maybe"
"Maybe?"
Gulp.
"CAJUN!"
"M. Bette not sure, Cher. Weapon---"
"Yeah, yeah, I know, Weapon X, don't know."
Apologetic smile and an offer of crackers.
"Ya sorry Cher?" A soft question.
"Nah, Gumbo. Next time YOU get pregnant."
A smile.
"Oui, Cher. Next time."
TBC