Rosa had dreamless sleep, resting peacefully despite the headache.
He smiled and ran his fingers through her hair, leaving a hand there to reach down and kiss the tip of her nose.
Rosa snuggled into him in her sleep.
He kept it there before brushing his cheek up against hers and closing his eyes.
She slept soundly through the night, not a whimper nor a snore escaping her. Just her soft breathing.
He decided he could set her down without a problem and did so discretely and gently. He went and pulled on his shirt.
His sudden lack of presence got to her and she jerked awake. "Lincoln?"
He returned to the bed and touched her cheek. "Ya, I'm here."
Rosa whimpered. "I can sense when you're not there..." She whispered. "It gets dark and cold and I don't like it."
He frowned and pulled her into his arms again. "Better?"
Rosa nodded. "Much..."
He snuggled into her. "So how did you sleep?"
Rosa shook her head in reply. Not well. She only felt worse.
He held tighter to her and kissed her head. "I'm sorry..."
Rosa snuggled into him. "I think I'm going to be sick..." She muttered.
Rosa suddenly got up, heading to the bathroom. "Morning sickness."
He pressed his lips together. "Right."
Rosa vomited, goraning.
He gave her some privacy and made the bed.