Chapter 41

Emma’s POV

I wake up from a very peaceful sleep by permeating nausea. I have to race to the bathroom to make it to the toilet in time, retching up last night’s dinner. “Baby, are you ok?” Liam flicks on the bathroom light. “Ugh.. french fries are not good coming back up”. He pulls my hair back and is gently rubbing my back until another wave hits and hits hard, oh god… there goes the cocoa.

I sit by the toilet until I am positive I have nothing left in me. “Do you feel sick Liam? Was it something I ate?”. He squats down behind me and leans me gently back into his chest. “No baby, I feel okay”. He puts his hand on my forehead, “you do feel a little warm. You’re staying in bed today”.

He guides me to the living room sofa and wraps me in a fluffy blanket. “Hold tight my love, I’m going to get you some seltzer water”. God, this nausea is intense. “Mor, how are you feeling?”. I can feel her crawling forward, “I don’t feel fantastic. What did you eat?”. Were we poison