AYLA
I wonder who ever came up with the sick idea if you got pregnant once, you'd always want to stay pregnant.
Maybe I'd felt that way with Arthuro.
Even after his birth.
But not now.
I wanted to just feel like myself for one minute.
"Can you take that coffee out!" I snapped, shoving my face deeper into the pillow like it could somehow block out the smell.
Cassian's laughter followed almost immediately, warm and entirely too amused for my suffering.
"On it, sweetheart."
The door clicked shut behind him.
I groaned dramatically.
I felt miserable.
Actually, miserable was putting it lightly.
I felt like death wrapped in silk sheets and expensive misery.
I couldn't keep anything down, couldn't stand the smell of food, perfume, coffee—God, especially coffee—and somehow even fresh air felt offensive.
What was so different about this baby?
Jemma brushed a gentle hand through my hair, her touch soothing despite the storm threatening to make me split in two.
