Melissa’s POV
The nausea awakes me from good sleep.
I get up from the mattress to make my way to the bathroom. The wood is burnt out in the firebox, but the room is still warm.
I push the bathroom door open the quickly kneel before the toilet bowl and empty my stomach contents. This is now becoming really annoying, I hate this feeling.
I hate it so much.
How long will this go for?
I get off the floor and wash my face before leaving the bathroom.
It’s earlier than the usual time I get up, but the sun is already up and scootching hot. I drag the mattress back to the bedroom and tidy up the living room area.
I wonder what the guys are up too. I walk to the front door and swing it open. They both turn when they see me standing in the doorway.
“Good morning Mis.” Nathan greets me a
