Chapter One-One-Seven: Her Forever Person

The longer I stare at the stick that refuses to change, the more my tremble grows evident.

With a sigh, I place the stick down and opt to check it when the results are out instead of waiting for them this anxiously; after all—a watched pot doesn't boil, something Mum would always say.

I miss her.

**

Jackson, Mr and Mrs Danes and Luca seem to be having the best time, but as I approach them, I spot Elizabeth sipping lemon water while squeezing her handkerchief.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Just peachy.”

She responds with a bland face.

“Ugh... is that rose water and lemon?”

I scrunch my nose at the mixture's scent.

“Yap, if baby likes it, baby gets it, honestly anything to stop the urp…nausea.”

She presses her handkerchief to her mouth.

"I thought morning sickness meant ‘morning’. I'm nauseous twenty-four hours a day."

“Well, technically, it varies.”

I answer with a light shrug.

“Mine was most mornings, and when there was too much food in the room…hmm, like now. Do you want to rest in my room?”

She