Mariko's POV
Once Maddie had stopped vomiting, she went to the bedroom. I left the vase on the ground, as I went to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. I was still feeling helpless. I wished that I could do more for her during this pregnancy, but the only thing that I can do is be there for her.
As I entered the bedroom, she was retching into the little trashcan as she sat on the bed. Her complexion was paler than usual, and it tugged at my heart. I moved closer to her, my hand resting gently on her back.
"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice filled with worry. She looked at me, her eyes tired and she nodded. She placed the trashcan on the ground.
"I'm sorry," she whispered weakly.
"There is nothing to be sorry about," I said as I moved away from her and I placed the glass of wat
