buns in the oven

Ohhhhh... Sarah moaned, clutching her stomach. It was the morning after their night out at The Wire, and she felt sick. Why now? Mares were getting ready to foal, and the Breeder's Cup was a matter of days away. Not to mention the billion other stuff she had to do. Feeling that her stomach was about to blow, she bolted from bed into the bathroom and threw up.

James cringed. Sarah never drank, so the wine was probably the culprit. He sat up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. They'd gotten home only a few hours ago, and weren't used to staying up past midnight when they were usually up and about by 5am every morning. Are you okay? He asked, rubbing her back as she splashed her face with cold water. Yeah She straightened up, holding her arm out for a towel. James handed her one and she dried her face, trying to ignore the nausea that had already returned. Think you had a bit too much to drink. He said sympathetically, taking her into his arms.

Sarah frowned, looking up at him. I only had one glass.. she answered, then cupped her hand to her mouth and dived towards the toilet again. As she straightened up again, something clicked in her brain. One glass of wine made her feel a bit off, but not like this. Am I pregnant..? she wondered, hopping into the shower.