Georgia's POV
My entire body ached before my eyes even opened, like every muscle was protesting the very idea of waking up. The yacht swayed gently, and when my hand slid across the sheets, Nick's side was already cold.
Great. My husband didn't say good morning and immediately abandoned me for the driver's seat. Perhaps it's already late.
I stretched, groaned, blinked once… and then the world tilted.
"Oh shit—" was all I managed before I bolted upright and sprinted to the bathroom like my life depended on it.
I barely made it to the toilet before last night's entire menu decided to come back up with vengeance. By the time I was slumped on the cold tiles, I felt drunk, except I hadn't touched a single drop of alcohol.
Well, I couldn't. I was pregnant.
"Hey, Georgia—" Nick's voice rushed in, frantic and gravelly. He appeared at the doorway like he'd teleported. "Are you okay?"
I lifted one shaky hand, palm facing him.
Please wait.
Do NOT come closer.
