Eugene was grateful that they could celebrate the news with a double-cake event, which he devoured to his heart's content. They even finished the cakes—each 22 cm in diameter—on the same night; the last slice all went to feed the twins—or so Eugene said.
Yeah, he was ever so grateful, because three days later, he could barely eat anything.
It started with feeling like he had just gone partying in a club like he did when he was twenty the day before. Which was weird, because the last time he drank any kind of alcohol was during his honeymoon. He wobbled to the bathroom and toppled some stuff that quickly summoned his husband from the kitchen, giving the alpha a full show of him throwing up over the toilet bowl.
"Gin!"
Arthur immediately crouched beside his omega, rubbing Eugene's back and making sure Eugene didn't get dirty. He helped the omega stand up and washed his face in the sink.
