I groan as I snuggle into the warm bed, my body exhausted from everything that has happened over the past few days. I wanted to keep sleeping, my body ready to doze back asleep again, when I notice that Dominic is missing.
I jolt upright, but I soon realize that that was a bad idea as my head spins and my stomach churns. I reach for the trash can beside the nightstand, then throw up whatever food remains in my body from last night's dinner. With my stomach now empty, I sit in bed, brows knitted together. This is the first time after a battle where I've been extremely sore, exhausted, and feeling sick in the morning. And then it hits me—morning sickness.
I start counting how many days it's been since my heat ended, realizing I should have had my period by now. A smile spreads on my
