It must be love...

when I wake up at 12 am, 2 am, and 5:30 am when FH was in the bathroom puking his brains out, to make sure he is ok.

when I didn’t yell because he ruined my last half hour of sleep asking how he should word his email calling in sick.

when I was in the shower and he barges in the bathroom exclaiming he is gonna puke, and I went on with shampooing my hair while he did.

when I didn’t scream at him as he flushed the toilet not once, not twice, but three times while I was in the shower, cause I knew he doesn’t feel well.

I better not get his damn stomach virus!