Chapter ninety five

Emily’s POv

No one told me how exhausting pregnancy will be. The fatigue that came with it, the ache and the pain in the middle of the night, the constant nagging worry that someone was coming to take my baby away from me, or worse yet, that I’d been taken away from it by some asshole wouldn't leave me alone.

Today a lady had brought me breakfast, and I assumed that she was one of the maids, since it was a different one every day.

As soon as she left and the smell of the food hit my nose, I felt nauseous . That's all it took. A wave of nausea made its way up to my throat, which was already too dry and parched for me to spit out whatever the hell I wanted to spit up at first. It only got worse when the nausea hit my belly, sending me into another round of vomiting.

I ran to the bathroom and made it on time, but barely. When I finished, I sat down on the floor. My head was spinning and my stomach was empty. After resting for about ten minutes, I stood and went back to the bedroom and