Camilla pov...
I woke up with my stomach churning. The nausea was there again, waiting for me like an old friend I didn't want. I pressed my hand against my belly and closed my eyes.
Not today. Please not today.
But my body didn't care what I wanted.
This was getting worst my body temperature even changing, I'm I sick or pregnant... I can't tell.
I sat up slowly.
Thud!thud!
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Come in."
Sophia entered, carrying a tray. Tea. Toast. A small box wrapped in brown paper.
"Good morning, Camilla. How are you feeling?"
"Sick. Like every morning."
She set the tray on the nightstand. Her eyes were soft, concerned. "Did you take anything for it?"
"There's nothing to take. It's just stress."
She nodded. Then she picked up the small box and held it out to me.
"I got what you asked for."
My heart stopped.
The pregnancy test.
I stared at the box. My hand didn't move.
"Camilla?"
"I…" I swallowed. "Thank you."
