Amara was sick again, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand after she'd vomited the contents of her stomach, placing her head down miserably. Every morning this week she'd been nausea, sick and downright cranky. She wasn't naive, she knew she was pregnant, but it was hard to wrap her head around how fast it had happened. Damien patted her on the back and made sure her hair was out of her face.
"It will get better honey" he murmured soothingly, feeling how clammy her skin was and getting all concerned. She gave him a weak smile. Part of her wanted to shout out when! When does it get better but she didn't want to take her anger out on Damien. He was trying to be supportive the best way he knew how.
Damien started the shower for her, helping her get undressed, with a concerned look i
