She grumbled quietly as the glare of the sun filtered through the partially drawn blinds. Her head ached more with every blinking of the light as the wind rustled the leaves outside, adding to the dilution of the light through the window. Her nose was all stuffed up and she could feel the phlegm dripping down the back of her throat from it.
“Mary? Mary? Are you awake yet?”
Mary groaned, though it was no less loud than the earlier grumbling. The sound of Warren entering the room and, as quietly as he could, walking across the room gave her enough reason to actually lift her head from their bed and peer out at him.
“I don’ feel so goo’.” she mumbled, placing a hand on her aching head.
Warren handed her a glass of water and a few wintergreen mints but nothing else. Mary drank the water and munched a few of the mints before placing the majority on the end table by the bed. She snuggled back under the covers and Warren smiled slightly before kissing her in the forehead and turning the lights off.
Being pregnant seemed to bring out all the vulnerabilities that Mary usually didn’t have.
Inspired in part from one of the FreeWriteFriday prompts and the slight cold I have this morning.