-ANNA-
These last few days have been trying, to say the least. On top of me having to continuously keep my mental barrier up, I’ve had a couple severe nausea spells around Lucifer. I’ve done pretty well concealing them until this morning when I was so nauseous that I was unable to eat breakfast. Of course, my fat butt skipping an entire meal didn’t go unnoticed by my mate. Lucifer immediately started pestering me with questions which I very carefully answered. I wouldn’t want to give him any reason to believe I’m pregnant. I want so badly to tell him but…I just don’t want to see his handsome face fall if this turns out to be a false pregnancy reading.
“What do you mean you have a doctors appointment?” Lucifer asks me as I slip into my coat. My mate slowly rakes his eyes over me, probably
