Lyla
“Hm, how strange," Melanie murmured into her cup.
“I know."
My finger hooked around the string of the tea bag, using it to twirl it around and soak more into the hot water inside of my mug. The ceramic was warm in my hand, soothing me better than the hot shower I'd just gotten out of.
Melanie had gotten the brilliant idea to feed me tea before cooking me anything to eat. She's apparently been researching a bunch of mommy blogs while she'd been stuck at customs trying to get Zayed's paperwork faxed over to get him his visa. She'd gone down some kind of rabbit hole and had found a bunch of anti-nausea recipes that she'd been dying to give me the second she'd gotten home.
It was so f*****g cute that I squeezed her immediately.
Bringing the mug up to my lips, I gently sipped the hot
