Six months later,
Axel's POV,
I walked out of the bathroom after a long stretch of throwing up.
I didn't understand why it was still happening. Not after all this time. I was tired of it- physically, mentally, everything. My doctor had said it should have stopped after three or four months, but my body clearly hadn't gotten the memo.
I exhaled shakily and rubbed my six-month belly, feeling the baby kick against my palm again, as if responding to my frustration.
I pushed the bathroom door open and stepped into the bedroom, only to notice Fenris sitting on the bed.
My phone was in his hand.
My body froze instantly- not because he was holding it, but because I could feel him before I even registered what I was seeing. The tension rolling off him was sharp. Strained in a way that made the air feel heavier.
"I came in when it started ringing," he said immediately, his voice careful, like he was trying to make sure I understood he hadn't been going through it.
