Jonah POV
August 25
The distinctive sound of retching jerked me from a sound sleep and immediately sent me scrambling out of bed.
Avery.
I followed the light that shone from beneath the bathroom door and knocked. “Avery? Honey, are you ok?” She didn’t respond, so I tried the knob. It turned easily. I knocked one more time. “Avery, baby, I’m coming in,” I warned before I pushed the door open.
She looked so miserable kneeling in front of the toilet with her elbow resting on the rim of the bowl and her hair closed in her fist. Her quiet, distressing groan beckoned me, and I crossed to her, making it to her side just a second or two before she lurched forward caught in another wave. Crouching down, I took her hair from her hand and held it in my own while rubbing her back with the other
