It’s 2 o’clock in the morning and my stomach is trying to kill me! I’m puking and pooping and crying non stop. My man has practice at 5 am, and here he is rubbing my back making me sip water. I told him I’ll be okay and to go back to bed. He makes me a palette on the bathroom floor (where I sleep when I’m sick) and is laying right here next to me in this tight ass bathroom. He’s so good to me ❤️