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

We managed to get through three Disney movies before I start yawning uncontrollably. I still hadn’t eaten anything today but actually heard my stomach rumble. I’m about to go check our kitchen for a snack when I hear the doorbell. Opening it, it’s an omega with a tray including two bowls and some chunks of bread. “Mmm this smells yummy, thank you!”. She smiled and left. I’m slightly terrified I’ll drop this but manage to make it to the coffee table with it. Liam has been in the bathroom, “oh no way. Mom made chicken noodle”. I sniff the air, “is that what this is? It smells amazing”. Oh and it is delicious. Apparently Grace makes homemade soups that are to die for. My tummy is satisfied. Being slightly scared it might come up if I lay down, I decided to take a bubble bath. Apparently Liam read my mind because he had already started it for me, complete with candles around the tub. He walks up behind me and puts his arms around me. “You soak for a bit. I’m gonna go check in

I made it through the night with no more episodes of fainting. Grace decided to leave the IV in my arm even after the fluid was done which I wasn’t thrilled about. Something about quicker access if I need more medications. Whatever medication she gave me for my nausea last night, knocked me out hard! I turn over to the clock on the bedside, it’s already 9 a.m. Feeling beside me, Liam isn’t in bed so I check my phone, “baby, I’m in the office getting ready for our trip. Text me when you wake up”. After letting him know I’m awake, I question trying to walk after yesterday’s shenanigans. Before I commit, “Mor, you feeling better?”. She seems more chipper, “sure am… those meds did the trick”. I feel so much better about walking, knowing my wolf is better also. Something about clumsy feet and tripping hazards. As I start heading for the bathroom, Liam comes running over. “Baby, you should’ve waited for me. What if you fainted again?”. “Yeah well, what if I had wet the

**POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING** Liam’s POV I’m still baffled by Emma’s proposal to discuss her trauma. I’m not even sure what I would ask or if I even want to know. As I ponder this, she seems slightly uncomfortable and I don’t know if it’s my delay or something else. “There are things I would want to ask but once you tell me, I can’t unknow them”. Biting her lip and looking down, “I don’t want you to see me differently than you do now. I don’t want you to think less of me is all I care about”. Grabbing her face and pulling it gently to eye level, “nothing could make me love you less than I do. It’s physically impossible”. I sense her reassurance. “Let’s go climb into the bathtub”, I suggest. I wasn’t planning on probing for any information, just wanted her to be comfortable. Emma’s POV As we both slip into the tub, I’m reminded about the water incident. Where would I even start in this story? Morgan leans in, “you’ve got this Em. Your bond will grow even str

Stupid alarm blares. Ugh, no. My mate is still cozied into me exactly where she fell asleep, I love that. I gently untangle myself to go hop in the shower when I hear, “wait for me”. A sleepy Emma trying to get untangled from the sheets and out of the giant bed. “I think that bed is bigger than a king” she adds as she trips on the sheet wrapped around her foot. “I hope our kids don’t inherit your balancing skills baby”. I give her nose a kiss. “But I do hope they inherit your good looks” and smack her butt as she walks past me. I soak up all the time in the shower with my girl. I will never get tired of watching her wash her hair. We both get dressed and head down for breakfast, suitcase in tow. I have a brief thought, wondering if she took her panties out… I hope not. The dreaded moment comes when we have to head out. Zak, Dan and his beta Matt had all eaten much earlier and had the suburban pulled forward. I don’t know if she is as forlorn as I am but she didn’t seem