CHAPTER SEVENTY
MELINDA
I woke up before Kieran, my stomach rolling with nausea. I barely made it to the bathroom before getting sick, my hands gripping the toilet bowl as my body rebelled.
This was the third morning in a row. Three mornings of waking up queasy, three mornings of feeling exhausted despite sleeping well, three mornings of my body feeling different in ways I couldn't ignore anymore.
I sat back against the cool tile wall, waiting for the nausea to pass. My period was two weeks late. My breasts were tender. I was exhausted all the time despite getting plenty of sleep. And now this, morning sickness that couldn't be ignored.
I was pregnant. I had to be.
The realization should have terrified me. We'd only really been us, been honest and trusting, for a few months. We were
