Luna Princess Ayla
I knelt beside the bed as Nate lay on his stomach. The food pouch I was milking tasted like banana purée. It was good, and I found it calmed my stomach.
I brushed my fingers through my mate's hair, and with every hiss, my guilt grew.
"Baby," he caressed my cheek.
"I'm so sorry," I cried.
"Hey, it's not your fault," he assured me. "But when I tell you to do something, I need you to listen." I nodded and rested my head against his on the bed.
"Ayla, sweetie, how are you feeling?" Liz asked me.
"I'm okay," I mumbled, and Nate kissed my forehead.
"How's the flavor?"
"It's good." The consistency of the purée was nice.
"I have a few boxes for you to take home. The nausea can become worse if you're hungry,"
"Thank you."
"It will get better, sweetie. The first few mo
