A Baby Sitter's Love
he asked, pointing to the single piece of toast on my plate, along with a glass of orange juice.
"I can't eat much in the morning," I admitted, immediately regretting it as that only started happening after the pregnancy.
He looked at me, appearing intrigued, and I avoided his gaze, fearing to let anything that could arouse his curiosity show.
I picked up the toast and took a small bite, feeling a slight nausea, something I hadn't experienced before, and that moment was the most inappropriate time for it to happen.
I tried to control the wave of sickness that was taking hold of me, now verging on vomiting, keeping my head down and feeling the world start to blur a bit.
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