A Fairy Tale Part 1

I'd trade sex for fun any day of the week and twice on Sundays.

"Here we go, wow...Okay." He was in full mother mode, showing me how much
he cared. Blankets, check. Pillows, check. "Let me get you some water,
okay? Do you want some uh, aspirin? Some Tylenol?"

"Do you have crackers?" I asked him.

"Maybe, um...I can go to the store, if you..."

"No, just aspirin, yeah." I smiled at him and the whole caring thing was
nice and cute, but I wished I was in my own bed just then.

After the aspirin and just a little swallow of water, Brandon was laying
down next to me. It was still early for us, just after eight, and the warm
glow from the bedside lamp, and the warm comforter on his bed...It was nice
and I was actually feeling a little better, as long as I didn't move my
head around too much.

"Feeling okay?" Brandon asked softly, his soft brown eyes full of worry.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I'm sorry, Brandon."

"It's okay, Hmmmm...Do you think it was that Chinese food? Maybe it was bad
or something and...What?" He was touching me and I almost laughed.

"It isn't the food." I coughed slightly.

"Ummm...Flu?" He scratched at his unruly black hair, maybe wondering if I
had something contagious suddenly.

"Nope." I shook my head and that was a mistake. My tummy lurched and I
winced, not wanting to lose it again.

"I don't understand." Brandon wasn't the brightest guy in his class at law
school.

"It's morning sickness." I told him and I'd known I was going to have to
tell him sooner or later, but I wished I was a little stronger when it
happened.

"But..." He blinked at me. "...It's night time."

"Brandon." I laughed and closed my eyes and he was stroking my shoulder,
getting closer and he really did have a one track mind. The boy loved sex
almost as much as I did, but he wasn't sick either.