Kian
At 8 in the morning, I carry a breakfast tray to Nara's room. She’s still sleeping, her face calm. Her pink, plump lips are slightly parted, and strands of hair curtain her face. I set the tray down and gently brush the hair away from her face. She groans softly, she’s just too cute.
Her beautiful eyes flutter open, revealing hazel orbs staring up at me. For a moment, she says nothing and just stares, as if wondering if she’s dreaming.
“Good morning,” I greet her. “I brought you food.”
Suddenly, she retches and then jolts to her feet, rushing past me to the bathroom. I find her with her head over the toilet, dry heaving. I crouch beside her and pull her hair away from her face.
She finally closes the toilet lid and sits on it, looking pale.
“Morning sickness?” I ask, and she nod
