CHAPTER 34

Carol groaned as she leaned over the toilet, her body trembling with the force of her nausea. I sat beside her on the cool bathroom tiles, rubbing slow circles on her back, hoping it would ease her discomfort. The pale morning light filtered through the small window, casting a soft glow over the tiled walls.

“I hate being pregnant,” she muttered, gripping the edge of the toilet seat as she took deep breaths to steady herself.

I sighed, feeling helpless as I continued to soothe her. “You’ll be fine. Your mom said this is totally normal.”

Carol lifted her head slightly to glare at me through half-lidded eyes. “Yeah, of course, everybody knows that. But what if I start feeling nauseous at the event? What if I hate the food they serve there? What if I throw up in front of a CEO?” She groaned dramatically before resting her head against the wall. “I hate my life choices.”

I smiled at her dramatics. It was classic Carol to worry about things that hadn’t even happened yet.