This morning Becca woke up refreshed. She didn't feel nausea that she had felt the previous day. And she hoped, nausea really disappeared and would not come again. She didn't want to feel it anymore because the nausea was preventing her from doing something she shouldn't have put off.
She tried to make breakfast for her and Tommy. The past few days, Tommy had made time for her even though she had scolded him many times. At least she wanted to give him the proper reward, which she realized herself.
"Hey, hey," Tommy said as he took Becca's spatula, "you don't have to do anything. It's my job," he said.
At first, Becca was surprised, but then she acted annoyed with her hands on her hips, looking at him with an annoyed face. "This is our job, not yours entirely," Becca replied.
But Tommy shook his head. "You're pregnant. If you get nauseous again, it's going to be difficult for you. At least sit still and let me do the cooking."