#Chapter 143 Morning Sickness and Memories

Theodore’s POV I held Violet’s hair back as she retched into the toilet of Marcy’s bathroom. We couldn’t blame the wine since Violet obviously hadn’t had any, nor the food that hadn’t made anyone else sick. No, this was caused by something I couldn’t help but feel a little responsible for. I rubbed circles on my wife’s back with my free hand as she flushed the toilet and leaned back into me. Marcy appeared in the open doorway, leaning against the frame. “Looks like you got the sucky family genes when it comes to pregnancy symptoms.” With a heavy sigh, Violet pulled herself up with a hand on the sink. “There are good family pregnancy genes?” “Aunt Prynne and Aunt Morraine never so much as got nauseated their entire pregnancies. Same for half our female cousins.” Violet glared in response to this information, looking like she could throttle the named parties as she squeezed her toothbrush. But the color was returning to her face, which eased my mind. “Not me, of course,”