30: Guest

My eyes flutter open and I look at Dylan staring down at me, I sigh and sit up, there

is a tray of food on my bedside table, it contains pancakes, lots of them, two

sausages, grapes, and juice.

My stomach growls upon seeing the delicious-looking food.

" Here, eat," He gives me the tray, Dylan watches me as I pick my grapes, I love

them.

Yesterday's events play in my mind but I don't remember how I got in bed, I slept

halfway here.

I jump out of bed and rush to the bedroom as the urge to throw up comes.

I bend down, face almost in the toilet, Dylan touches my hair softly

" Are you feeling unwell? you look pale, I'll call the doctor," His voice sounds worried,

I look at him flabbergasted as he bends down to check my temperature but I slap his

hands away.

" It's just morning sickness," I mumble, solemn……