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EMMA* * I woke up in the morning with the sun filtering into my room, feeling a bit better today with no active morning sickness. I took a quick shower before I got dressed. I wore a pastel grey turtleneck sweater and a dark blue jean, paired it with Chelsea boots, and let my curls free, pushing them to rest sideways. I checked the time to see it was almost 8 am, I had classes, and thankfully the time I was told to report to the professor’s office was by noon, but I had to make a quick stop at the hospital to check on my mom, and to have a quick checkup on the baby’s health, it was Rowans mom that made it a rule and a requirement to have the baby’s health checked at least once every week. I rushed out of my room and was not expecting the sight before me. It was Rowan, wet, and drippin