Kavira POV
Rolling over, my hand found nothing but cool sheets. It took me a few blinks to focus on the emptiness beside me. The bed was cold, and so was the ache of his absence. I could still feel him, though his emotions brushed against me, taut with strain. He was either buried in work or pounding something into submission.
Pushing my hair out of my face, I took in the quiet room. We had stayed here longer than I wanted. Morning sickness had kept me from moving into his house, keeping us stuck in this limbo. Now that Oren was out of the picture, I finally felt ready. I’d ordered the baby things, and they were scheduled to arrive today.
My stomach lurched. I had maybe thirty seconds before disaster. I shot out of bed, bolting for the bathroom, and barely made it to the toilet in time.
