•CAMILLA•I sat by the window in the morning, watching as Santino directed delivery people about where to place the items in our nursery.He was doing everything he could to make me happy, though he didn’t quite believe that our baby would survive past the two-week period the doctors had stipulated.I barely touched my food. Drank, or did anything. I feared doing anything strenuous and eating anything that would not be good for the baby.I counted every move, every kick, and tracked all my symptoms for any changes.As long as I still woke up nauseous with heartburn, I was happy and could bear it.What I couldn’t bear is losing all those symptoms and my baby.“Camilla?” Naya called behind me, walking into my bedroom.I tilted my neck, and when I saw her walk in with a breakfast tray, I rolled my eyes and groaned.She knew I didn’t want food made by anyone. “What are you doing here, Naya?” I asked, getting up from the window couch.“I brought you breakfast. Dana told me you refused to e
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