Lesley's POV

I woke up – no idea how many hours later – sick to my stomach and hurled into the bathroom to throw up. There wasn't much there. Only the tea from before, which still strangely tasted like tea.

Oh, the joy of pregnancy...

On a side note: that's sarcasm!

A second later I felt someone pull my hair back and – if my head hadn't been stuck in a pot – I'd smile.

Cedrick...

He didn't hate me like I more or less expected him to. His words from before still resonated in my ears.

"I love every part of you. Even if half its DNA belongs to...