Morning came too early and too violently.
Aria woke to nausea that was immediate, overwhelming, and unrelenting.
She bolted from her bed, ran to the bathroom, and made it just in time to throw up.
There was nothing in her stomach, but her body didn't care. It heaved anyway. Again and again and again..
She knelt on the cold tile, shaking, sweating, and extremely miserable..
This was worse than yesterday. Even far more worse than any day so far..
She was now six weeks pregnant. Dr. Sarah had warned her that five to eight weeks was the peak of morning sickness. The worst weeks..
Another wave hit her. She retched, and bile burned her throat..
"Aria?"
Damien's voice called from the doorway, concerned and scared. He appeared, still in pajamas, and his hair messy from sleep..
He took on
