#Chapter 93: Limbo

Ella Over the following weeks, we fell into a tentative yet strangely comfortable routine. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that it felt like a real marriage, not by a long shot, but between the baby and the election, Alexander and I almost felt like… Partners. Mostly, Alexander just threw himself into election preparations, while I found myself caught between the excitement of preparing for our baby and the misery of morning sickness that seemed determined to last all day long. Morning sickness. What a joke. Try afternoon sickness, evening sickness, middle-of-the-night-wake-up-and-sprint-to-the-bathroom sickness. But Alexander was always there when I was ill. And every night, even when I didn’t see him all day because of the election, he came home for dinner. At every event, we were by each other’s sides, quietly supporting each other. Again, it wasn’t a real marriage by any stretch of the imagination. If anything, it felt more like a strange sort of