Chapter 125

2nd year of marriage

I threw up again on the toilet. This was the second time he did it for this day.

Colton was patient with me and helped me up off the ground and clean my mouth, but that would never take away from the fact that I hated to vomit. I hated that feeling of feeling sick.

“Do you want me to get your toothbrush for you? he asked me.

I just nodded my head.

"Please.

I brushed my teeth very patiently, and when I felt better and the nausea had passed, I punched Colton's shoulder.

“This is your fault! I yelled.

"My fault? Did the food make you sick? It's the one Rita made when she came to visit you yesterday.

I hit him again in the same place.

“It's not because of the food 'I hit him again'. Why did you have to convince me to go to Vienna? You and your fertility statue. I knew I shouldn't go with you.

I hit him on the shoulder again.

“What does the fe