Ex husband

#StopIslamophobia
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Chapter thirty nine
|Nauseous|

I wake up in the morning feeling really nauseated, felt very lightheaded and had to run to the toilet couple of times to vomit. Was it something I ate? I touched my stomach every time and tried recalling what just went in there but nothing seemed to click and I knew I didn't have any strong allergies or any allergy precautions at all. Come to think of it I did vomit a while back but it only lasted a day so I just thought it was something I ate. Joshua had woken up in amidst of me constantly move back and fort since he was so sound asleep cuddling me, I kept pushing him away because I needed to really throw up badly. Felt bad but right now I just finished my last vomit session in the toilet.
I sighed, pushing my hair out of my face that fell and blocked my view before slowly getting up and then dragging myself to the shower. The taste of vomit is still lingering in my mouth.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Joshua's concerned voice called out from behind the bathroom door, I couldn't say anything because I felt too weak to do so and when he asked if he could come in I croaked that he could. "Goodness Y/N! You're pale! H...how? B...but erm....did you eat something that went bad?" His eyebrows were knitted in confusion, he held me by the arm and I supported my weight on him. I feel exhausted.

"I don't know. I just feel like I'm weak but I'm alright. Come on, don't wanna miss the morning prayer." I tried to sound optimistic to not cause him to worry any longer as Joshua cautiously eyed me and nodded. "But let me help you shower at least." I widened my eyes, covering up my chest in defense. You pervert. "What the hell jisoo." Joshua sighed. "Y/N this is no time to be like that, I'm your husband and I have all the right. Plus I've seen it dozens of times so why are you covering up." He added, I gulped down nervously. He was right darn it. "Fine but can you at least turn around while I get out of my clothes?" I asked, he shrugged. "Sure." I sighed in relief.

Joshua turned around, minding his own business by quickly brushing his teeth while I took my time to get out of my clothes. This is awkward. Really really awkward.

I'm just gonna peacefully pass away right now.

"Okay I'm done." I said. Joshua turned around but kept his gaze sternly on my face as he slowly helped me get into the shower. I sat down on a stool and watched as he squeezed my body wash onto a scrub and then gently scrubbing my back. At this point I was either dying with heat or just dying of embarrassment because this is just too embarrassing. My cheeks were flushed, I had difficult time breathing as my heart just wouldn't stop racing. Never in my life had I been washed by a guy. Lol nobody washed me except my mom and nana when I was young and that was when I didn't go through puberty yet. "Turn around." He calmly ordered. I'd be hella turned on if I wasn't so embarrassed. I slowly turned around and looked at him. Joshua was keeping his eyes elsewhere but my body, he washed me with such gentleness so I wouldn't get hurt and he held my shoulder tightly so I wouldn't end up losing my balance.
My heart fluttered. Not only is this man helping me but instead if ogling me or just looking at my body that will make very self conscious he avoided looking while washing me.