As it was, retching was perhaps amongst the worst ways to begin the day. Adding Ben's sulky presence to the mix did little to help matters. This was why she scurried off and disappeared whenever she could before their fight, as pregnancy was particularly unglamorous. (And, she was attempting to make it a non-issue for him then, but that clearly was no longer a thought.)

Melody's head hung over the bowl only briefly once the vomiting subsided. The scent of bile was enough to turn her stomach again, and she refused to spend the entirety of the morning hunched over because of it. She made quick work of vanishing the mess and stood to find something - anything to wash her mouth out with. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry to wake you." She replied once water was found without turning to look at him. "That's ... it happens often now." Not for long, if she took the potion. (When she took the potion, more like.)

She sat at the dining room table, her thin nightgown her only protection against his gaze and the chill of the room. Samuel supposedly had a warm honeymoon planned for them and the clothing packed in her trunks reflected it. "Did you mean what you said last night?" It wasn't how she prepared to start this conversation with him. They weren't dressed and sitting across the table from one another like civilised adults. In fact, one glance down towards her nightgown reminded her how sheer the material was. Fuck.