Ye Jun
I woke up with my face smashed into Si Woo's chest and his arm wrapped around me like he thought I might bolt in the middle of the night. My leg was thrown over his hip and his hand was still resting on my stomach, right over that stupid little bump. The room smelled like him, thick alpha scent mixed with last night's sweat. My stomach rolled hard.
"Oh fuck," I muttered, shoving at his shoulder. "Move. Now."
Si Woo woke up fast, eyes wide. "What? What's wrong?"
"Morning sickness plus your smell is trying to kill me. Get off." I scrambled up but the world spun and I barely made it to the edge of the bed before I was dry heaving into the bin he kicked over just in time.
He held my hair back with one hand and rubbed my back with the other, muttering, "Shit, sorry. Breathe through your mouth or something."
"Easy for you to say," I gasped between heaves. "You're not the one carrying your half-baked mistake."
