Two months later
Autumn wanted to kill whoever had termed it 'morning sickness.' She felt like she had the most terrible hangover all the time. She was nauseous and liable to vomit at the slightest provocation. She couldn't even fill up her car with petrol without the fumes making her wretch and heave. And it lasted all damn day. How could anything so natural feel so bad? It was worse than gastric flu, at least with the flu you knew it would be over in a few days. This could go on for another seven months.
But she knew that she needed to have a conversation with her brother and probably even her mother. It was going to be tough for her to keep this thing hidden any longer. She was long, thin and blonde but that really did not mean that she would be able to keep this up longer. The fir
