I'm already bathing in my own sweat and my dress has been wet already but I don't care. All I want is to take out everything I ate this afternoon. I clung to the toilet bowl and for the last time vomited. I sat on the bathroom floor while clinging to the bowl.

I cried in extreme frustration. Is it really this hard to be pregnant?

I heard someone open the door and enter. I did not move. I just kept crying. Maverick sat down beside me and wiped my face with a towel. He also flushed all of my vomit down.

"Feeling better?" He rubbed my back.

I nodded....