Dominic's POV
Week seven and the nausea is a fixture. Emma doesn't complain. She manages it the way she manages everything, with practical adjustments and no drama. Plain crackers on the nightstand. Ginger in every form Lily keeps sourcing. The bedroom window open a specific amount at night because fresh air helps and she's identified the exact measurement that helps most.
I wake up before her most mornings now.
Not because I need to. Because if I'm up first I can have water on the counter and the coffee smell contained to one corner of the kitchen before she comes out and the coffee smell on bad mornings is the one she can't get past.
She hasn't asked me to do this.
She doesn't know I do it deliberately.
Tuesday she comes out at seven and sees the water and drinks half of it before
