*Sterling's POV*
It had been three weeks since Greyson and I had accepted each other and had our first official date. I was still throwing up after eating sometimes and I was really tired most days. I chalked it up to the stress of running a pack. Greyson sold the house and had officially moved into the packhouse with me. Sam and Greyson we're making up for the lost two years of being with each other, as well as having Greyson bond with baby Brett.
Grayson was having a shower when I burst through the door and beelined to the toilet. I began to wretch. Greyson turned off the shower and ran to my side. He was buck naked and soaking wet. If I wasn't feeling like death at the moment I would jump his bones in a heartbeat. "Sterling, we need to take you to the doctor, the constant throwing up
