Fifteen

EMMA*

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I woke up in the morning with the sun filtering into my room, feeling a bit better today with no active morning sickness. I took a quick shower before I got dressed. I wore a pastel grey turtleneck sweater and a dark blue jean, paired it with Chelsea boots, and let my curls free, pushing them to rest sideways.

I checked the time to see it was almost 8 am, I had classes, and thankfully the time I was told to report to the professor’s office was by noon, but I had to make a quick stop at the hospital to check on my mom, and to have a quick checkup on the baby’s health, it was Rowans mom that made it a rule and a requirement to have the baby’s health checked at least once every week.

I rushed out of my room and was not expecting the sight before me. It was Rowan, wet, and dripping with water. My breath hitched as my eyes roved over his abs that water rolled down from. He hadn’t noticed me yet since the towel he was using to dry off his hair that covered his face.

I let out a coug