Jasmine's POV
I felt the telltale wave of nausea wash over me, and I quickly made my way to the sink, clutching the porcelain as I retched. In an instant, Mason was by my side, gathering my hair back and offering soothing words.
"Easy now, Jasmine," he murmured, his touch gentle and calming. "The baby is simply making their presence known, it seems."
I offered him a weary smile, rinsing my mouth before leaning into his embrace. "I suppose she's inherited your tendency for dramatics," he teased, making me hit his arm playfull.
Mason chuckled again, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. "Come, we mustn't be late for our appointment.''
As we made our way to the medical wing, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. The past week had been a whirlwind, but the prospect of witn
