(Tracey’s POV)
I don’t know what Lizzy gave me last night, but it knocked me out good. One minute I was crying and listening to Rosie try to calm Emmie down, the next minute I’m waking up with a pounding headache, and it’s way, way, wayyyy too bright in this room. It almost feels like I've got a d*mn hangover.
Of course, the little one inside me decided to roll over and shove an appendage of some sort into my bladder, so when I rolled over the need to use the bathroom hit me like a freakin freight train. So I jumped up and ran to the other room, making it just in time.
When I was done, I went to the sink to wash my hands and made the mistake of looking up into the mirror. To say I was shocked at what I found there would be a huge understatement.
My entire cheek was not only bruised,
