#Chapter 51-Don’t Tell Anyone

Esme Derek and the girls stand on the other side of my front door, all smiling at me eagerly. “Come on in, girls,” I instruct, waving them in. “Sammy’s over by the couch.” Bea and Tris run in, cooing at Sammy as Derek walks past, allowing me to shut the door. I get a whiff of what might be cologne or his body wash. Suddenly, the rush of sickness hits me like a train. “Be right back.” I manage to tell him, running into the bathroom for another round of morning sickness. I’m getting absolutely sick of having this be a daily occurrence. Not only is it disgusting to lose my breakfast every day, but Derek might realize at any moment what I’m hiding from him. I give myself a few extra minutes before I leave the room, washing my hands and splashing water on my face. I feel like absolute shit now. “Miss Esme, are you okay?” Bea questions once I’m back with them. Waving it off, I smile at the two young