Beside the redhead, Edge shifted sleepily, his arm going around her.  At the very moment, she really didn't want to be all lovey-dovey, as she wasn't much in the mood and hadn begun to feel a bit queasy awhile ago, but the tall blond man was nice and warm, so she leaned against him.

"Mmm..."  Edge started to to push himself up on one elbow, and he gazed down at her in the semi-darkness.  The next thing she knew, he was gently fondling her breasts.

Oh, great... Lita thought grouchily.  He was obviously in the mood, judging from what she felt pressing up against her lower back - although it was probably not even six yet and she was exhausted.  And come to think of it, Edge was probably exhausted as well.  It was true - men would always susbtitute sleep for sex.

The redhead squirmed a bit as her boyfriend suddenly lowered his head to her, trying to nuzzle her neck.  She made a soft protesting, moaning sound, raising a hand to push him away.

"Not now, Edge!"

"Why not, Li?"

"I'm so not in the mood...I'm a little nauseous..."

"Morning sickness?" the blond man asked.

"What else?" the redheaded diva said.  "And this," she said, gesturing toward him, her gaze shifting to the lower regions of his body, "is what put me in this predicament to begin with..."

Edge chuckled a bit.  "Well, it's not like I'm going to knock you up all over again if we do it," he said.

"Ha ha...funny.  Oh, God...I hate this feeling," Lita said, cringing somewhat.  "Remind me to kill Trish for opening her big mouth about morning sickness."

"Poor Li..."  The Canadian lowered himself back to the bed, wrapping his strong arms around her.

After a moment, the redhead grew very stiff in his embrace.

"Oh, God...Edge, let me go!"

The moment he loosened his hold on her, the diva bolted up and made a mad dash to the bathroom, where she bent over the toilet and purged herself of whatever was left in her stomach from the night before.

"Ugh...Oh, God..."

Edge was right behind her, a sympathetic look on his face.  "Poor baby...Here."

As she turned around, he handed her a paper cup filled with water.

The pregnant redhead took the cup gratefully, rinsing her mouth out before drinking some of the cool water.  She hated the way she was feeling, but she knew it wasn't psychological like Trish had joked the previous night.  It was completely normal.

"I hate seeing you feeling so lousy," the tall blond man said.  "I'm sorry...I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better..."

Lita managed a tiny smile for him, thankful that she had him.  Another man might not have been even half as kind and compassionate as he was.  He was so very sweet.  She wished she wasn't feeling so nauseous, because if she wasn't...

As they returned to their hotel bed, the redhead lay on her back and gazed up at Edge lovingly.

"I love you," she whispered.  "I want to kiss you, but..."  She wrinkled her nose in disgust.  "I won't subject you to that."  She'd hate herself if she kissed him so soon after she'd gotten sick - he didn't deserve that.

The blond man leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.  "That's okay...and I love you, too," he said softly, then lay back beside her, grasping her hand and holding it gently, lacing his fingers with hers.

Lita bit her lip.  "Next time, when I'm feeling good, you are gonna get so lucky..."