#Chapter 67: Homewrecker

Elara The nausea hit the second I opened my eyes the next morning. I barely made it to the bathroom in time, my hands gripping the edge of the toilet as I heaved and my hair sticking to the sweat that was gathering at the nape of my neck. This was the third morning in a row, and it was only a matter of time before Alaric caught onto what was happening. I didn’t want him to find out about my pregnancy from watching me vomit my guts up every morning; I wanted to tell him personally. I had to tell him today. After splashing cold water over my face, I padded back into the bedroom and dug through the bottom drawer of the dresser, where I kept the pregnancy tests. Of course, I had already taken one test before, a couple of weeks ago. I knew it would still be positive. But if I was going to tell Alaric, I wanted proof—something tangible I could give him, just to make it all the more real. So I took the second test. And of course, it was positive