Chapter Fifty-Four
Jen
January 2nd
A week in the Bahamas later, I was a little tanner, a little more in love, and my belly had popped—not in an obviously-pregnant way. An I-gained-holiday-pounds way.
I-gained-holiday-poundsWaking up with the pooch kinda freaked me out for a minute, until I put my hand on it and it was firm, not squishy fat. Same morning the morning sickness finally showed up.
Not keeping down anything but plain crackers and water ‘til noon was not ideal on a honeymoon, but Dylan had been as sweet and attentive as always, holding my hair back during that first ill-fated breakfast. We might’ve done a little more island exploring with those hours, but oh well—the point of a honeymoon wasn’t the s*x or the vacation.
It was bonding time as husband and wife.
Now we were r
