Izzy’s POV
I was surprised that it took so long to drive to the McKay residence. Robbie drove iona and I there rather than take us on foot this time, since we were bringing a big pot of lamb stew and freshly baked bread for the workers lunch.
I had woken up not feeling my best this morning. I wouldn’t say that it was morning sickness, per se, as I wasn’t actually throwing up. But I did feel slightly nauseous and light headed. I didn’t want to worry Dougy, though, because if I was starting to have any issues with the pregnancy this early I knew Dougy wouldn’t let me go to Romania, promise or no promise. I told him I just wanted to sleep a little longer.
“You sleep for as long as you like,” he said, kissing me sweetly on the cheek. “You can come later in the morning with mother a
