Maya's POV
Maya barely made it to the bathroom before she threw up everything she'd eaten for breakfast. Her knees hit the cold marble floor as her stomach emptied itself for the third morning in a row.
"Not again," she groaned, wiping her mouth with shaking hands.
This was getting crazy. Maybe she had the flu, or maybe Martha's food was finally catching up with her. But even as Maya tried to tell herself it was just sickness, a tiny voice in her head whispered the truth she wasn't ready to face.
When was her last period?
Maya sat on the bathroom floor and tried to remember. She'd been so caught up in her secret nights with Kai that she hadn't been paying attention to much else. But now that she thought about it...
"Oh no," Maya whispered. "Oh no, oh no, oh no."
She was late. Really late. Almost two weeks late.
Maya's hands flew to her stomach. Could she really be pregnant? With Kai's baby?
