Chapter 97

Silas was right—being pregnant was far more difficult than I had expected. I had such terrible morning sickness that I would throw up nearly everything I put into my mouth. In addition, my cravings shifted dramatically—foods I used to love no longer appealed to me, and foods I never liked before were still off the table. Silas, being the one in charge of cooking, dedicated his days to the kitchen, simply aiming to create a meal I could actually stomach. In the later stages of my pregnancy, the growing embryo's pressure on my organs brought on persistent chest tightness, throbbing headaches, and nights of relentless insomnia. Though Silas and Leilana provided meticulous care, the doctor's prognosis for my condition remained unfavorable. I was lying on the delivery bed when a sense of dread settled upon me. I immediately grabbed Leilana's hand before being wheeled into the operating room and said, "If anything goes wrong, promise me you'll save the baby. I've set aside a lot of money