#Chapter 159: First Arrival

Aria I woke up to the sound of retching coming from down the hall. My eyes snapped open, and I was instantly alert, worry flooding through me as I recognized Bella’s distress. I glanced at the empty space beside me—Darren must have gotten up early. Throwing off the covers, I padded down the hallway in my sleep shorts and tank top, not bothering to grab a robe. The sounds grew louder as I approached Bella and Liam’s room. I knocked softly before pushing the door open. Bella was hunched over a trash can, her knuckles white as she gripped the edges. Liam was kneeling beside her, holding her hair out of her face. “It’s worse today,” he said without looking up. “The tea isn’t helping at all. She couldn’t even make it to the bathroom.” I crossed the room and crouched on Bella’s other side, placing my hand on her back. “Hey, Bells. Bad morning?” She groaned, spitting into the trash can. “This baby hates me.” “I think we need to take her to the