The next morning, Avery woke up feeling unusually tired and nauseous. She groaned softly as she tried to sit up in bed, the room spinning slightly. Almost immediately, she felt a presence beside her. Shane, always the early riser, had sensed her discomfort and was already at her side.
“Avery, are you okay?” Shane’s voice was filled with concern as he gently helped her sit up, propping pillows behind her back.
Avery managed a weak smile. “I’m fine, just a bit queasy. I guess this is part of being pregnant.”
Shane’s worry lines deepened, but he nodded. “I’ll get you some water. Stay here.”
As Shane left the room, Avery took a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself. Within moments, Sean entered, his brow furrowed with worry. “Avery, I heard you. What’s wrong?”
“I’m just feeling a bit
