Amelia’s POVI woke with that now-familiar wave of nausea rolling through me.It hit suddenly, like a tide I couldn’t outrun."Oh, come on," I groaned, pressing a hand to my stomach as I rolled onto my back. "I didn’t even drink last night."A humorless laugh slipped out of me. "Pregnancy," I muttered to the empty room. "The magical experience of feeling hungover… without the fun part."I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, breathing slowly until the worst of it passed. Then I forced myself up."Okay," I said quietly. "We’re doing this."The bathroom light felt too bright, too sharp. I turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water, letting it run over me, grounding me.For a few minutes, I just stood there, eyes closed, trying to steady myself."You’ve got this," I whispered.But even as I said it, my mind raced. The last few days, everything had unraveled so quickly. I sure hoped Sienna hadn’t been bailed out already by some kind of powerful contact.After the sho
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