Olivia
It was only a few days after the luncheon that the morning sickness finally began. For weeks, I woke up every morning feeling incredibly ill. The relentless waves of nausea left me unable to eat anything, and I worried about the well-being of my baby.
Nathan kept insisting that I go to the doctor, but I refused every time.
“It’s just morning sickness,” I would tell him as I was wiping the sweat from my forehead. “It’ll pass. I read online that it kicks in right about now and can last for a while.”
“Yeah, but you should still get checked out,” Nathan insisted. “You look like you’ve lost weight. I’m getting worried about you and the baby.”
I had been trying harder to hold my tongue when it came to matters involving the baby, as my previous coldness surrounding Nathan not being th
