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Celeste felt bad about not being able to care for Liz. But now that the fact she couldn't have kids with Sage anymore sunk in even more, she just couldn't handle being around babies right now. Hopefully, someday she would be able to care for her again. |
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Sage did try to stay awake, in case Celeste needed him, but he found himself drifting off no matter how hard he tried to force himself to stay awake. |
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Celeste cuddled in and soon fell asleep as well. |
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Sage woke up a few hours later with a jolt, realizing he'd fallen asleep. What if she needed him? What if Liz was awake? All was quiet though, so he settled back down with her after a moment, grateful for the rest |
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Celeste slept peacefully, and yet, when she woke in the morning, she felt nauseous again. Celeste wasted not a second this time. She sprung up and ran straight to the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet. |
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Sage was surprised when she woke up again to run for the toilet, mid reeling as he followed her in. She was fine the night before...she'd eaten and wasn't feeling bad at all. "Again," he sort of murmured tiredly, not upset or annoyed with her...just worried. And wondering. She certainly smelled pregnant....was she? Wasn't that not supposed to happen? |
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When Celeste stopped throwing up, she just kneeled there, hunched over to the toilet, panting for air, one hand on her stomach and one hand on the toilet, holding herself up. Thankfully she hand braided her hair last night, so it stayed out of the way. |
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Sage sighed when she just stayed there, rubbing circles on her back gently, doing what he could to ease her pain a little bit. "Come on, let's get you back in bed," he murmured after a few moments, once he was sure she wasn't going to throw up again. Least, not for the moment. |
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Celeste nodded, and slowly, with Sage's help, stood up and walked with him back to bed. |
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Sage helped her back over to the bed, settling her in and placing the bowl where she could reach it. "What's wrong," he sort of murmured, more just thinking aloud than asking a question. "You don't have a fever or anything, and you were fine after that little spell yesterday," he added with a frown |
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