Except now, the thought of another alpha touching me in any way – even innocently – makes me sick to my stomach.
Wait…nope. That’s real nausea.
I turn and rush to the bathroom, barely getting the toilet seat up in time before the contents of my stomach expel in a terrible impersonation of that chick fromThe Exorcist.
Alex is less than a heartbeat behind me. I’m so sick I don’t notice at first that he’s wrapped himself around me and is holding my hair out of my face and away from the vomit.
Super sexy. I mean, I’m sure they all knew morning sickness is part of pregnancy, but I also highly doubt any of them will find this part super attractive.
When Alex steps away, my thoughts and fears are confirmed. This part is way too much for them. I’ll have to suffer through this alone so they can finally get their dream family.
Although now I’m beginning to wonder who’ll raise the child. Do they plan on getting nannies? Maybe pay Amy a little extra for that role?
Fresh tears burn my eyes, though I’m no longer sure what exactly is making me cry. Could be the realization of how much my life is changing. Could be the realization of how very alone I am.
Could be the realization there’s a little life in my belly officially making itself known. I haven’t done nearly enough research yet, so I have no idea whether this is too early for morning sickness. Or whether this will happen all times of the day and night considering it’s not fucking morning.
Instead of hearing the front door open and slam shut, I hear Alex moving back behind me. He pulls my hair back and wraps an elastic around it to secure it, rests a cool, damp washcloth on my neck, sets a glass of water beside me, then sits directly behind me so I’m bracketed by his legs as his hand makes soothing circles on my back.
“You really don’t have to stay for this part. I get it,” I say as my stomach turns with a fresh wave of nausea.
“I’m not going anywhere. You don’t want to believe my words, so I’ll prove how much I…fuck, how much I love you with my actions. I love you, Hudson. Through sickness and health,” he says.
I want to see his face. I wish I’d been looking into his eyes when he said those words.
That doesn’t diminish how much they mean to me or how fast my heart is now racing.
Before I can say anything else, my stomach turns and I retch, bending forward as the last of the contents of my stomach leave my body.
By the time it all ends, I’m sweaty, crying, shaking, and so damn tired.
CHAPTER 41
Alex
This can’t be normal. I’ve never really paid much attention to pregnant women other than my mom, and I was a kid myself.
Even the books I devoured through the years didn’t really mention someone throwing up what sure as hell seems like more than their own weight in one evening.
Is something wrong with the pregnancy? Is something wrong with Hudson?
Both send a rush of fear crashing into my heart and I know the moment my phone begins to ring in the other room my mates feel it, too.
I don’t want to leave my spot behind Hudson. It feels as though the moment I move away he’ll get worse.
Irrational. I’m being irrational.
“I’ll be right back,” I say to him as he rests his head on the arm he’s using as a pillow on top of the toilet seat.
I would rather he be in bed, but I know he’s afraid he’ll simply have to get back up to puke again.
Sprinting from the room, I grab my phone and run back into the bathroom as I answer it and put it to my ear.
“What’s wrong?” Desmond asks the second he hears my voice.
“Hudson’s sick. I’m assuming it’s morning sickness, but…I don’t remember reading about this much vomiting in all those books you ordered us.”
It has also been quite a while since any of us cracked them open after waiting a decade for an omega to carry a child for us.
