Nathaniel's POV My back was stiff, and every bump the carriage hit sent a sharp ache straight to my hips. We had been on the road for hours, navigating the dark dirt paths that cut deep into the forest.I leaned my forehead against the passenger window, one hand resting over my stomach. The nervous fluttering from earlier had settled into a heavy nausea. My mouth tasted bitter, and my skin felt clammy.‘Stupid hormones,’ I thought, squeezing my eyes shut as the carriage dipped into a pothole.Ever since the pregnancy, my body hadn’t felt like my own. It’s been a constant tug-of-war between exhaustion, intense hunger, and the overwhelming urge to throw up everything I managed to swallow. Right now, the nausea was winning.Jax glanced over at me. “We’re almost there,” he said, breaking the long silence. He slowed the carriage down, scanning my pale face. “You look like a ghost, Nathaniel. Are you holding up okay?”“Can we... can we please take a quick break?” I muttered, not daring to
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