Ryder quirked an eyebrow at me when I just stared at my food. "Should I assume you are going to need a bucket?" He asked making me raise my head to look at him. "I don't know why they call it morning sickness when it's not even morning sickness," I complained pushing my plate away.
"The smell?" He asked and I nodded. "You got to eat, love." He said standing up from his chair but I stopped him and decided to get up myself. "Please eat your food, you've done so much for me already," I said to him before I headed over to the kitchen to get me a plate of fruit.
It has been a few days since we visited my gynecologist and she is quite thrilled with the development of our baby and my health. She was quite astonished to find out that I'm nine weeks pregnant and that I only found out recently.
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