- 3 years later -
VIKTOR
I woke up to the sound of someone retching inside the bathroom. My hands instinctively reached out for Mia, but her side of the bed was empty. It took a moment to gather and then I sprinted towards the bathroom.
“s**t! Mia, why didn’t you call me?” I said, holding the hair away from her face.
Mia was on her knees, head hanging over the toilet as she puked whatever was inside her stomach. Once she sat back on her heels, I rubbed her back gently and handed her the towel.
“I am fine. Just...morning sickness,” she mumbled softly.
She wasn’t doing well, and she won’t admit either. It was closing in on the sixteenth week of her pregnancy, but none of her symptoms slowed down. I picked her up in my arms and carried her inside the bedroom.
“I am calling Sammy,” I to
