Abigail's POV
I’ve always imagined pregnancy to be all glowing skin, soft music, and me gently rubbing a cute round bump while sipping fresh orange juice.
Ha.
Lies.
The truth? It’s mostly me dry-heaving into a toilet at six in the morning while my husband holds my hair like he’s in a shampoo commercial and whispers affirmations like, “You’re so beautiful even when you vomit.”
I don’t know whether to laugh or kick him.
And yes...I’m aware I chose this. I said yes to the marriage, yes to the pregnancy, yes to the hormonal roller coaster that is now my life.
What I didn’t say yes to was Kai turning into the clingiest man on Earth.
No, seriously.
I cannot take a single step in this house without him trailing behind me like I’m about to detonate. At first, it was sweet. Touching, even.
