Birthing is a messy business

WINTER'S POV

I woke up queasy and bolted out of bed, rushing into the bathroom. My stomach heaved, and I retched violently into the toilet. Clutching the lid, I closed my eyes as I expelled the contents of my stomach. I remained in that position for a few minutes, waiting for the nausea to subside before pushing the flush button and standing up. Trudging to the sink, I ran a hand through my hair and looked at my flushed face, resulting from our lovemaking.

I blushed at the memory of my wanton behaviour in front of Slade, urging him to retake me even after he had finished the first time. Turning on the faucet, I splashed some water on my face and reached for a towel from the cabinet. As I dabbed at my face, I caught a whiff of Slade's cologne on the towel. His name was written boldly on it, but that didn't stop me from using it. After I finished using the bathroom, I stepped back into the room.

My eyes wandered to the rumpled sheet where Slade and I had writhed earlier. I reached out t