Lydia POV
The first thing I notice is the smell.
Coffee.
Strong. Bitter. Impossible to ignore.
My stomach turns before I even open my eyes.
I sit upright too fast, pressing a hand to my mouth as nausea rolls through me in sharp, sudden waves. The room tilts slightly. Morning light cuts through the curtains, too bright, too warm.
I breathe slowly.
In.
Out.
It passes after a minute, leaving behind a faint tremor beneath my ribs.
Pregnancy suddenly feels less theoretical.
I swing my legs off the bed carefully, moving slower than usual. Every motion feels deliberate now, like my body belongs to a different rhythm I haven’t learned yet.
By the time I reach the bathroom, Adrian is already awake.
Of course he is.
He stands near the kitchen island reviewing something on his tablet, s
