Chapter 28

Just as Jim, Doug, and Kris began to find their rhythm, navigating the uncharted waters of Jim’s transition with a delicate balance of love and patience, an unexpected twist of fate emerged. It was a quiet Sunday morning in March, the kind where the sun filtering through the bedroom curtains cast a soft, warm glow, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. The trio had spent the night curled up together, lulled into a peaceful slumber by the comforting presence of one another.

Kris stirred first, her eyes fluttering open to the familiar sight of their bedroom. She took a moment to appreciate the quiet, the steady rhythm of Doug’s deep breaths, and the gentle rise and fall of Jim’s chest. A sense of contentment washed over her, but it was short-lived as a wave of nausea suddenly swept through her. She bolted upright, startling Doug, who groggily opened his eyes.

“Kris? You okay?” Doug asked, his voice thick with sleep.

Kris nodded, trying to steady her breathing. “Yeah, just a little nauseous. I’ll be right back.” She slipped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Doug sat up, concern etched on his face. He nudged Jim gently. “Hey, Jim. Kris isn’t feeling well.”