*Daphne*
My head rested on Rion’s bare chest as it rose and fell dramatically with his deep breaths. He had his strong arms around me, and I had the best night’s sleep I could remember.
Being in his arms again was perfect.
Almost as soon as the sun hit the window, my stomach rolled. I leaped off the bed and raced to the bathroom, morning sickness striking again.
Groaning, I rested my head against the cool tile wall, waiting for the nausea to pass, my arms around the large toilet bowl.
“Daphne, are you okay?” Rion came up from behind and draped my robe around me.
I squinted up at him and smiled weakly, my hands shaking. “Just some morning sickness.”
“Maybe we should see a healer. This seems… unusual.”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “How much experience do you have with morning sickness?”
Rion grinned and shook his head. “None. Maybe all of this is normal.”
