“What vomit?”
“And how do you know what happens in the firsttrimester?”
“The internet.”
Gods, why don’t they stop talking? I pulled a pillow over my face to drown out their voices but gave up. “I’m right here listening to every word you say.”
“Told you he could hear you.” That was Tanner.
My three mates burst into the room as I lay on the bed, a sick bucket beside me—an empty sick bucket. My mates either helped me to the bathroom or emptied the damn thing each time I threw up. I was lucky I had three mates, one or more who were always hovering round me. No pregnant omega should be dealing with morning or all day sickness and not have anyone to wipe their face or empty the vom bucket. I was so fortunate.
“I didn’t mean you were actually dying.” Huston shuffled his feet, his expression one of remorse.
“Then why did you say it?” hissed Oberon.
“Mates!” I got up on both elbows and wished I hadn’t as the room spun around me. I flopped back and beckoned my mates closer. “I love you all and I know you’re trying to help but this is the reality of the first three months—for me anyway.” After reading how some omegas sailed through the first trimester with no throwing up orexhaustion, I was envious.
“Molly is making me some clear broth, but how about one, two or three of you go to the store and buy peppermint tea and maybe ginger candy.” I’d read both peppermint and ginger settled queasy tummies and helped with morning sickness.
Three hands shot up and they charged out of the room, almost colliding with Molly who was bringing in a tray.
“How did you get them out of the house?” She grinned as she helped me sit up before placing the tray in front of me.
My mates adored me and they loved Molly and Saul but they’d been pestering Molly about when she had her two kids, who were now grown up. And when my mates found something online, Saul was often sent on errands to buy a particular pillow or blanket or anything they thought I needed.
“Shopping. Sorry if they’re bugging you. They mean well.”
“It’s fine. I’d much prefer that to you-know-who.”
“Mmmm.” Neither of us wanted to use his fake or real name, trying to banish that period from our memories.
My phone beeped. My mates can’t have been out of the house yet. Were they checking up on me already? Molly held up the phone as I cautiously took a mouthful of broth. My belly didn’t complain and I slurped another one.
I read the preview.Is peppermint the same as spearmint?
I had no idea. Molly told me to say yes so I gave her my password and she typed my answer. She sat beside me while I finished the soup and nibbled on a slice of toast. The nausea had subsided and I hoped we were reaching the end of that stage.
Molly removed the tray and told me to rest as I sank back onto the pillows and snuggled under the covers. I dozed off, only waking when my three bears “tiptoed” into the room. I wondered how their bears would fare if they were wild and depended on stealth to snare a fish though they wouldn’t starve ‘cause they loved berries.
My mates leaned over and peered at me as I squinted at themwith one eye.
“Hi. Whatcha got?”
They pulled out peppermint cookies, candy, canes and ice cream.
“No tea?” I queried.
“Ta da.” Huston proudly waved a box of tea bags.
“And now for the ginger,” Oberon announced. He produced hard candy, tea, a packet of crystalized ginger and more cookies.
I thanked them and said I needed to shower. All three helped me into the bathroom and hovered outside the glass shower enclosure while I washed.
“Are you going back to bed?” Tanner asked.
“No, I thought I’d go downstairs. I’m tired of looking at these walls.”
My mates looked at one another and then at me. “Did you remember that there are three of us?”
