“Ugh.” I gripped my stomach. “Not feeling well?” Thea asked. I closed my eyes and took a few long breaths, swallowing down the nausea. “No. I’ve just been queasy these last few days. I’m sure it’s just the stress of the move.” “That’s no good.” “It always goes away by dinner time, and I have my appetite back.” “Um . . . could you—”
I smell a miraculous pregnancy coming
