He didn’t understand what was going on with her. She would be fine one minute and then next she would be screaming at him or crying. He glanced over at the clock, noticing that is was barely 7am. “Fuck,” he sighed as he got out of bed, clad in boxer shorts and headed towards the bathroom.

Knocking lightly, he inquired, “Gwenny, baby, are you ok?”

“Go away Nick,” she said almost unrecognizably thru tears.

Surprisingly, the door was unlocked when he turned the knob, he walked across the large bathroom and into the small room containing the toilet to find Gwen doubled over, heaving into the toilet. He automatically was right next to her, pulling her long blond hair out of her face while she continually threw up, all the while, she was latched onto her husband.

**AN HOUR LATER**

After the morning’s episode, Gwen had finally gotten it all out of her system. The couple sat there on the bathroom floor, Nick staring at Gwen while she leaned up against the wall with her eyes closed, sweat pouring from her body. “Honey, lets get you cleaned up...would you like that Gwenny?”

Lazily, she opened her eyes, looking at him sadly and nodded.

Letting go of her for the first time in over an hour, he walked toward the garden tub and standing shower. Deciding that a bath would be easier, especially considering her current state and what she had been thru for the past hour, he ran the warm water and added her favorite bath oil. After the tub was ready, he went to get Gwen, carrying her like a baby to the tub. He sat her down on the plush rug and removed her tank top and panties. Then, he removed his boxers and lifted her again, this time, lowering both of their bodies into the tub. They sat there for a moment, him holding her like a child while she softly sobbed into his chest. “Gwenny, I am going to start cleaning you up, OK?”

She nodded, then found the words to accompany, even if they did come out in a babyish voice, “I feel icky.”

“I know you do sweetheart, let me get you fixed up,” Nick said softly as he removed her from his lap and reached for her puff sponge and began lightly running it over her back, “See, isn’t that better, I am going to take care of you, I will make you all better.”

Gwen was smiling slightly at how gentle and sweet her husband was being, although he couldn’t see that because her back was to him. This felt nice to her, even though she still felt like shit. She couldn’t shake the fact that this feeling was all too familiar, she just couldn’t place it. “After you wash me...would you...I mean could you shave my legs for me...and maybe...will you wash my hair? I still feel too yucky to do it myself.”

“Baby, you know I will,” Nick replied with a smile, liking that she wanted him to do this, “Can you turn around for me?”

Gwen slowly slid around to face him, her breasts were barely peeking out of the top of the water as she leaned back against the opposite side of the tub, Nick couldn’t help but notice this and wanted nothing more than to be moving his mouth rather than a sponge over her body, but he held back, knowing that him trying to seduce her was not what she needed. He moved the sponge over her breasts slowly and deliberately trying not be sexual. Gwen moaned softly. “I feel so relaxed, thank you for taking care of me.”

Smiling to himself, he looked up at her as he began to lather her hair, “But you do know I am taking you to the doctor when we are done here, right?”

“Usually I would argue, but I feel so bad...I would do anything, even go to the doctor, to make this go away.”

After finishing up in the tub, Nick towel dried Gwen off and dressed her in a pair of black cotton lounge pants and a tight white tee. He put her wet hair in two little buns on the top of her head after brushing her hair for over a half hour. After Nick got both of them ready, he and Gwen were on the way to the doctor to find out what was the matter.