{Levi’s POV}
I left the room to go get Ashlyn a snack, I had noticed that since she got back she has been terrified. She won’t even let me touch her, I’ve barely even been able to hold her, it seems as she’s uncomfortable with any physical connection. One thing that I know I can do for her is making her a snack. She needs rest, sleep, and relaxation, but at this point I’ll be happy if she just eats something. Almost everything we’ve brought her she throws back up. The doctor says it’s probably morning sickness, but I think that she’s so anxious that it makes her sick.
I walked into the kitchen and flicked the light on. My eyes took a moment to adjust and as they did I walked to the fridge. I opened the fridge door and got out some bread, and an egg. I quickly made a fried egg and toaste
