Sera's POV
I barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up.
The sickness hit me like a wave, sudden and violent and totally unexpected. I knelt on the cold tile floor, my whole body shaking as my stomach emptied itself.
When it was over, I sat back on my heels, breathing hard and trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I'd felt fine when I went to bed last night. Perfect, actually, despite everything that had happened with Darius.
Then the smell of my morning coffee had sent me running for the toilet.
A terrible, wonderful thought crept into my mind.
"No way," I whispered to my image in the bathroom mirror. "It's too soon. We've only been... I mean, we haven't even..."
But even as I tried to deny it, I was counting days in my head. It had been three weeks since the wedding. Three weeks of Darius visiting me every night, of stolen kisses turning into something deeper.
Three weeks of falling completely in love with a guy who belonged to someone else.
