“It wasn’t just that she was throwing up every time she managed to eat something; it was the dreams that refused to go away. The dreams were always the same, fighting and war, fear, exhilaration, sex with a black haired god. And though Jack was in every dream, whenever they had sex, it was the black haired man that thrust between her thighs.It was very disconcerting; he had replaced Jack in her bed and he wasn’t even real.It was also become increasingly difficult to keep her illness from Toby. E...specially since she wanted to spend most of her day in bed with a cool compress pressed against her forehead. It seemed to be the only thing that kept the nausea at bay. With a wry chuckle, she thought that perhaps she should start keeping crackers on her nightstand so she could nibble at them before getting up; they had been the only thing that made her first trimester bearable.She stilled; she hadn’t felt this miserable since she had been pregnant with Toby. But that was impossible; she hadn’t had sex in years.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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