SAFFRON'S P.O.V
He twirled me around on the dance floor, making me nauseous all over again. This pregnancy so far has had me nauseous all day, but luckily I hadn't actually vomited. I have, however, been having a whirlwind of raging emotions of all sorts.
"Can we stop twirling so much? I might actually barf if it continues," I said honestly.
"Sorry, I tend to forget." He said with a laugh. "How has that been anyway?" He asked as we slowed our pace to more of a subtle rocking motion rather than a ballroom dance style.
"My pregnancy? It's going," I replied, not really knowing how to appropriately answer that.
"No cravings?" He asked curiously.
"Not that I can recall."
"I can't smell it." He then said, pointing out the obvious.
"Neither can I."
"Why not?"
"Mill
