GWEN
I woke up before the sun had risen, feeling a wave of nausea that left me no choice but to sit up quickly. My stomach turned, and within seconds I was leaning over the side of the bed, retching into the small bowl that Raya had kept close ever since I told her about the pregnancy.
My entire body felt weak, and as I continued to throw up, tears began rolling down my cheeks without my control. They were not from sadness alone, but from the strain, the discomfort, and the overwhelming reality that I was going to be a mother.
Raya immediately moved closer, placing a warm hand on my back. Her touch was steady, and her voice carried a calm tone.
“Breathe slowly, Gwen. It will pass in a moment. Just let it out,” she said quietly, keeping her palm firm on my back until the wave of nausea
