Emma's POV
Three weeks after we got back from Singapore I woke up nauseous.
Not dramatically. Just the low persistent kind that sits at the back of the throat and makes coffee smell wrong. I notice it Tuesday morning when Dominic puts my cup on the counter and I take one breath of it and step back.
He notices immediately.
"Coffee?" he says.
"Not yet." I sit at the island. "Give me a minute."
He puts the cup on the far counter without comment and gets me water instead and sits across from me while I drink it.
We don't say anything for a moment.
"It's probably too early to know," I say.
"Probably."
"It's been three weeks."
"Yes."
I look at him. He's very still in the way he gets when he's decided not to project anything and is just waiting.
"I'll get a test today," I say.
"Okay
