Lily
Two weeks later...
So... pregnancy sucked. Big time. I could barely stay awake, even if I’d slept for what felt like forty-two hours. I couldn’t keep anything down, but I couldn’t take the anti-nausea drugs the doctor prescribed while I was on shift because they made me sleepy.
I was also grumpy as hell, and I was pretty sure I was pushing Maverick to the brink of insanity. It was about two weeks away from our wedding day, and I didn’t think I’d make it that far into the future. The world knew we were pregnant now, and if I thought my protection detail was stifling before, it was downright claustrophobic now. Flea, I could handle. Flea and Train were a pain in the butt.
“You doin’ okay, chickie?” Alana asked, and I bit back a yawn.
“Yep, I’m great.”
She giggled. “You look like
