Page 251 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
I groan, leaning over the sink in the nest.
I think I vomited up everything I’ve ever eaten.
Then some stomach acid just for good measure.
Cool water bounces around my mouth as I rinse and spit. I stagger over to sit next to the toilet on the floor.
“She’s obviously unwell,” Nik says from outside the bathroom door.
“Yeah, no shit,” Miller’s deep growly voice replies. “Is Farrah on-site?”
“No, she’s home with her family riding out the storm.” Nik sighs heavily.
“We should text her at the very least,” Miller says.
“She could be carrying our baby,” Nik growls. “But according to the internet, there’s no way this is morning sickness. Not yet. She doesn’t have cramps though, meaning she very well could be pregnant. Should we take her to the hospital just to be safe?”
Ice slides through my veins as I realize he’s right. I could be pregnant, and I don’t even know if they really signed my contract or if they just said they did.
I took their word for it, but what if they didn’t? Or what if they only agreed because they thought the chances of me getting pregnant were really low and now they’re furious? My chest rises and falls in quick movements as I try to keep from panicking. My stomach rolls even more violently.
“Please go away,” I call out, trying to settle my shaking hands. “I probably picked up a bug on the flight here. I’ll be fine.”
“Then why aren’t we sick?” Miller asks in a soothing tone.
“It must have a long incubation period,” I offer.
I close the toilet lid and lay my arm across the cool surface before resting my head against my forearm. I groan. My stomach feels worse. I’m afraid I might be sick again.
My throat still burns from the acid or bile I choked on last time.
“I need inside that bathroom,” Nik snarls.
“Fuck no, you’ll only add your stress to the mix. Go check in with Kiernan and speak to Farrah,” Miller says firmly. “I’ll take care of Melody. Try to see what the weather says. That way we know where we stand if she doesn’t start feeling better.”
Nik grumbles something I can’t understand, but Miller growls back in an equally low and dangerous tone.
I’m surprised when I hear footsteps heading away.
There’s light knocking, but my head is spinning. I tell him to go away again, but the door opens and Miller lets himself inside.
“Aww, you look rough,” he says, squatting down at my side.
“I’m fine.” I turn further away from his probing look.
“Clearly,” he says, chuckling. “So how about I sit down and we’ll be fine together?”
I shrug. It’s kind of nice to have someone concerned enough to want to check on me. Unless... “Are you only here because this is part of your job?”
“God no,” Miller says, sitting down. He scoots back toward the wall and pats his lap. “I bet I’m softer than that tile you’re sitting on.”
“Probably, but I don’t want to risk getting you sick if I’m contagious,” I tell him truthfully.
“I’d much rather deal with a few days of feeling under the weather than leave you in here alone right now.” He looks so sincere that I don’t think it through. I crawl over into his lap. My face wiggles around his chest as I bury my nose in his shoulder.
“You smell very manly and I like it,” I whisper, huffing deep hits of his scent, similar to the way Oliver did in the restaurant that first night.
“Well, you smell very sweet and feminine and my nose quite likes you.” He laughs, palming the back of my head.
