Camela lay sprawled across the bed, her face sunken from the pregnancy. She kept throwing up and couldn't keep any food down.
She hated being pregnant like this, but it was part of her agreement with Dante.
A knock sounded at the door, and Dante pushed it open halfway.
"Still nauseous?"
Camela mumbled something he couldn't understand.
He stayed by the doorway, knowing she couldn't handle anyone getting too close, even him.
He had tried to convince her to go to the hospital, but she refused. The last visit had traumatized her after she vomited the entire time.
"There'll be another doctor coming to check on you later."
Camela lifted her pale hand to give him a weak thumbs-up, but it slipped back onto the bed almost immediately.
…
The next day went smoothly at first. Rowan had already picked an exclusive place for their dinner date.
But when his meeting ran longer than expected, Kane had to pick Lyra up from the hospital and bring her to the office.
