Two weeks passed quickly and smoothly, and Aria returned to classes.
She took steps carefully, she was always taking breaks, and listening to her body as the medication continued working. The nausea was still present, but it was manageable now. There were continuous background noises but she ignored them all. She ate constant small meals, every two hours, and there were crackers in her bag always.
Damien remained vigilant. As he was always checking in multiple times daily, with texts between classes. How are you feeling? Did you eat? Always ensure to drink water, and rest if you need to. He was protective. Always protective. But Aria didn't mind. Not anymore. It felt like love, and not control.
And today… today was important. It was the eight-week checkup, and their second ultrasound. T
