“Yeah well, like it or not, this is a survival situation.” I counter cynically, “if I don’t perform well I lose my baby. The best I can hope for if I do perfectly is visitation rights after Sinclair finds his mate, and even that could mean anything from every weekend to once a year. I don’t want to risk landing with the latter or bungling the deal completely.”
Cora sighs heavily, and lets the matter drop. “How are you otherwise? Any morning sickness?” She asks, excitement entering her tone.
I laugh. “I spent all morning in the bathroom… but I’ve never been happier to be sick.”
“Aw, I’ve never been happier for you to feel miserable either.” She jokes. “I hope it keeps up.”
“Me too.” The more the baby makes its presence known, the more secure I feel that it’s growing big and strong.
