Chapter 49 - Dinner or Disaster?

Vienna’s POV

I’d just wrapped up my prenatal checkup. The morning sickness had become unbearable lately—persistent enough to disrupt work. Even the scent of caramelized sugar sent me running to the bathrooms.

The gynecologist assured me it was normal, though annoying. She handed me a small box of natural herbal pills.

"Nothing to worry about," she’d said kindly, patting my hand. "This will help ease the nausea without affecting the baby. Take it with each meal."

I nodded, thanked her, and headed out. Once in the parking lot, I slid into the driver’s seat of my Fiat. I shut the door with a sigh, and rested my forehead against the steering wheel for a moment.

Then my phone buzzed.

Warren.

I stared at the screen. My first instinct was to ignore it—avoid whatever awkward conversation he had planned. But my hand moved almost on its own, instinctively touching the pendant around my neck.

I’d promised not to shut him out entirely. To at least stay in touch.

Exhaling slowly, I hit Answer and h