Chapter 21. Not Anymore

Perhaps I should have remembered that I will be suffering from morning sickness when I heartily agreed to sleep with Kian in his room. Now it’s bright and early but Kian is still asleep, holding me tightly to him while I try my best not to throw up on him.

I have tried squeezing out of his hold, but every move I take only makes me more nauseous. My skin is clammy and I wonder if Kian can feel somewhere in his thick arms his wife’s discomfort. I clamped down on my tongue as yet another bile shoots it way up my throat.

I gripped onto the sheets, praying that this would go down. It does, and smiling happily, I snuggle deeper into Kian’s chest. A quick inhale of his scent, has my stomach rumbling and before I can even comprehend what’s happening, I throw up on him.

Kian leaps to his feet and I stare at him, eyes wide. His hair is covered in vomit and he has some of the sticky s******** on his chest and arms. The sheets are a whole different story. Soaked in sweat and g