IVY’S POV
My eyes flew open as bile rushed into my throat. Without thinking twice, I jumped out of bed and raced to the toilet. I flipped the seat open, sunk my knees into the flower and lowered my head into the bowl, opening my mouth, as a rush of vomit poured out. I heaved, breathing loudly as I kept puking over and over into the toilet bowl. With shaky hands, I gathered my hair to the back of my head and held it down there, emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl. Eventually, it seized and my shoulders sagged, as I remained rooted on the floor, trying to catch my breath. Oh my god, I was having morning sickness? Was this what it felt like? I groaned at the thought.
I pulled myself up from the floor and stumbled out of the toilet into the living room, slumping on the
