Ronnie Anne, Huh?

Next day…

As the brilliant rays of the sun filtered through the curtains, coaxing Brixlee from her peaceful slumber, she groggily adjusted herself in bed, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her. Morning sickness had become a familiar companion during her pregnancy, and she braced herself as she slowly rose to her feet. She made her way to the bathroom, expelling a mouthful of saliva, before returning to their cozy bedroom.

She was sure Nathan had already left for work because she could remember him kissing her forehead while she was sleeping and telling her he was off to work. In her half-asleep state, all she could muster in response was a jumble of unintelligible words, lost in the realm of dreams.

After freshening up, she wore one of her long and free gowns which had been a great help in hiding her baby bump. She walked out of the house after grabbing her bag and she entered her car. She picked her phone and went over the address again.

Patty had told her that Haven, their boss