Mike: *nono be judging his bean*
*slowly steps over to the couch, helping Peyton down onto it*
*sets le bucket on the ground next to him*
…is there anything I can get you…?

I might join 👌

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Mike: *holds him a lil tighter at that, keeping him steady*
*quiet bean*
…easy there…
*takes another step, and dey almost be to the couch*

Mike: *holding him up and slowly walking to the living room*
*still has the bucket in one hand*
…
*looking down and being a stressed bean*

Mike: *soft sigh, and looks up at him*
But first, let’s get you to the couch… alright…?
*slowly takes another step, holding him up*

Mike: *very much stressed and concerned dood who really doesn’t wanna deal with more stuff atm*
…maybe… I could try and find one in a bit, if that’ll help…
*still holding him up and holding le bucket in his other hand*

Mike: *rubs his back a lil, staring down at the floor*
…yeah, but there’s nothing we can do about it now… we can’t exactly change you back, and if we took you to a doctor, who knows what they’d do…
*soft sigh, and be a stressed and worried dood*
But for now, I can at least try to help you get better…

Mike: *a minute later, his expression gets even moRe worried*
*puts his phone back and sighs quietly*
Well… apparently it’s not normal to get this sick…
*concerned and quiet man wraps his arm around him again, helping him stay up*
…of course, this isn’t exactly a normal pregnancy…

Mike: *eyebrows go down more in concern, and he glances away for a second*
…yeah, give me a moment…
*slowly moves one arm away from him and pulls his phone outta his pocket, then starts looking that shit up*

Mike: *eyebrows be down bc he nono like seeing husbando like dis, smh*
*slowly takes a step with him, still holding him up tho just in case*
…okay then…

Mike: *eyebrows go down more at that, and he slowly just wraps both arms around him to pull him up*
*think*
…hmph… do you think you can walk…?

Mike: *slowly wraps an arm around him to help him up when he tries to stand*
*le holding the bucket close to him*
…
*quiet and somewhat blank dood*

Mike: *grabs a spare bucket, then walks back into le bathroom, looking at him*
*quiet sigh*
…okay, here… if you throw up when you move, then you can do it in this…
*slowly kneels down next to him again with the bucket, looking at him with a worried face*

Mike: *think*
Hmph… okay, give me a moment, then…
*slowly stands up, moving away from him, then starts towards le kitchen or closet or wherever to get a bucket*
*concerned man go brrr*

Mike: *long, quiet sigh*
Yeah… but that means it should go away on it’s own, right…?…
*thinking and still rubbing his back*
But first, we should get you to the couch or the bedroom… the bathroom floor isn’t very comfortable…

Mike: *eyebrows go down more, and he slowly moves his hand, flushing le toilet*
*slow and gentle back rubs*
…hmph… I mean, it could just be from you being pregnant…
*soft sigh*

Mike: *lets out a breath, then slowly moves his hand away, leaving the other one on his back*
*quietly*
Alright… do you feel okay, what happened…?

Mike: *slowly looks back at him, being a quiet and concerned man*
*slow back rubs, and still be holding his hair outta his face*
*in a gentle voice*
Hey hey, it’s okay… you can let it all out…

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