Jet and Jill 2.0
Sundays were always Jill's favourites for this specific day of the week was the only one where she was guaranteed to have no work on. Ever since she'd started working, it had been her unsaid commandment to spend her precious Sunday mornings sleeping in and basking in the soft sunlight.
Unfortunately for the ginger haired woman, her Sunday morning, like many of the Sunday mornings she's had over the past three months, was about to be inevitably interrupted by none other than the being that had been growing inside her for the past three months.
Abruptly, her eyes shot open, her cheeks puffing out as she felt the familiar taste of vomit start to surface in her mouth. As quickly as she could, she rolled over top of her sleeping boyfriend and sprinted towards the bathroom, shutting the door loudly behind her and collapsing over the toilet, just in time for the contents of her stomach to be dumped into the porcelain bowl.
Groaning as she finished, she sat back and wiped at her mouth and shook her head in defeat. "Morning, Jet-o," she called hoarsely towards the bedroom.
