Only You Can Love Me This Way (Angel/Damien)

Angel thanked God that she'd taken theatre every year in highschool. She'd been sick for a little over a week now, but Damien still had no idea. That all was about to change.

Damien was working on fixing breakfast. "Babe you want bacon or sausage?"

"Nah, I'm not hungry," Angel said even though bacon was one of her favorite foods ever.

Damien raised a brow. "Your not hungry? Your not going to eat bacon? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just morning sickness," Angel said.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure," Angel said.

"I'll make you some toast."

"I don't want anything," Angel said.

"Okay." Damien made his breakfast.

Angel sat down, blinking back a rush of dizziness.

Damien sat his plate down then got some orange juice.

Angel sat there and turned on the tv.

Damien started to eat.

Angel stood up to walk to the bathroom and stumbled and fell.

Damien got up. "Angel you okay?"

"I'm fine, I tripped," Angel said, pulling herself back up.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fine," Angel said.

Damien sat down to finish eating.

Angel stumbled to the bathroom.

Damien put his plate in the sink and went upstairs. "Babe are you sure your ok?"

Angel nodded, her skin growing pale.

"Baby what's wrong your getting pale."

"Nothing's wrong," Angel said.