Aira’s POV
“It can’t be. We only did it the once. What are the odds?” I murmured to myself, looking down at my still mostly-flat belly as I sat in the bathtub.
Any swelling there could still certainly be explained away by bloating, but it had been days, and my period had not followed the bloat. And I was still throwing up. And the headaches. And the mood swings.
And the pickle and peanut butter sandwiches!
I groaned and dragged myself out of the tub. The water had gone cold, and I’d barely noticed, so lost in my thoughts over possibly being pregnant. When those thoughts weren’t at the forefront of my mind, and that wasn’t often now, I was thinking about Knox.
Chione hurried over with towels and a bathrobe and soon had me wrapped up in the robe with my wet hair twisted up in a turban o
