Lily
Nausea ripped me from the most awesome dream on the planet and forced me to make a run for the bathroom. I felt my hair being pulled away from my face and smiled up at Maverick. “Sorry.”
He stroked my cheek. “Don’t be sorry, baby doll. We’ll get you in this week and see if the doc can give you something for the nausea. Until then, you just be you.”
“What am I going to do about work?” I said my fear out loud, and it made it all suddenly real.
“You have two more days off, Lil. You’ve got time to get some answers,” he said. “I’m gonna talk to Aidan and see if I can switch my schedule around.”
“I’m pregnant, not dying.”
“You’re funny. I’ll get you a Sprite.”
“Thanks, baby.” I brushed my teeth and headed out to the living room, flopping onto the sofa and stretching out.
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