"Ugh! Oh god, not again!" Usagi felt like she was vomiting her whole stomach up, but it was really the taco salad Mamoru had made her for lunch.
"Are you alright honey? Do you need anything?" An eager husband was knocking on the bathroom door.
"No, I'll be fine--in eight more months."
Mamoru bit his lower lip, and proceeded into the living room. Plopping down on the sofa, he reached for the remote and clicked on the television; stopping on sumo wrestling. "Ah, quality television." He reasoned with a heavy sigh, just as he found a comfortable spot.
"Mamo-chan!" A high-pitched squeal carried from the bathroom. "Would you get me some crackers, please?"
Mamoru grunted as he pushed himself into the kitchen. Rummaging through cabinets and the pantry, he found a large box of saltines for her. Opening it to see if the crackers were still good, he sniffed it--scrunching his nose up.
He put around 15 in a dish for her, then walked back to the bathroom.
"Here you are, darling." Usagi's eyes were a nice shade of gray, with heavy circles underneath them. She grabbed the bowl out of his hands, and instructed him to shut the door on his way out.
'Back to the wresting!' Mamoru thought as he slumped back down.
"Mamo-chan!" Usagi called him.
With a roll of his eyes, he responded with the same manner. "What?"
"Would you go out and get me a sparkling water--or something carbonated please?"
"Now?" Mamoru's eyes were fixed on the screen.
"If it wouldn't b too much to ask!" Now, Usagi was getting angry.
"Commercial?"
Usagi slammed open the door and marched right up to him, shaking her finger. She had him backed up against the sofa--his arms outspread against the back of it to sustain himself.
"Now look here, you damn son of a bitch!" She screeched at him. "I've been puking my fucking brains out for the past week, and all you you've been doing is sitting on your ass watching sumo wrestling!"
"But honey," His voice was small and weak. "it's the finals!"
She crawled on top of him. "I don't care if it's the damn finals or the fucking Designing Women's last episode. You're supposed to be here for me, I'm your wife, and I'm carrying your child!"
Mamoru muttered. "And I thought PMS was bad…"
Usagi stood up, and stormed around the room. Stopping at the window she glared up at the sky. "I wish he knew what it was like for me!" She said under her breath.
"What was that dear?" Mamoru had relaxed, but only slightly.
"Oh nothing--just a little prayer, for your sake."
