The Third Person's POV
Now, only Reid and Nadia remained in the room.
"Nadia," Reid's voice was a low rasp, but the strength in it was unmistakable. "You've been standing there for ten minutes without saying a word. Are you OK?"
Nadia turned, forcing a small smile. "I'm just tired. It's been a long week."
Before she could finish the sentence, a violent wave of nausea rolled through her. She didn't even have time to apologize before she rushed to the sink. Reid's hand landed on her shoulder, his eyes searching for hers; his wolf was already sensing the shift in the air.
"How far along are you?" he asked. It wasn't a guess; it was a statement.
Nadia wiped her mouth with a trembling hand, glancing at the door to ensure Lucian hadn't walked back in.
"5 weeks," she whispered. "Please. Yo
