ELLA'S POV
Being pregnant wasn't a big deal.
Or at least, that's what I thought.
I went to the office like normal, handled business like normal, lived like normal. Except… my phone wouldn't stop ringing.
Jason.
My father.
My mother-in-law.
My father-in-law.
At first, it was sweet.
"Have you eaten?"
"Are you drinking enough water?"
"Don't overwork yourself!"
"Do you need me to send a chef? A doctor? A team of bodyguards?"
By the fiftieth call, I was ready to scream.
And then, as if the universe hated me, the morning sickness began.
The first day was hell.
I woke up, stumbled to the bathroom, and barely made it to the toilet before throwing up everything I had eaten in the past five years.
Jason freaked out.
"ELLA, OH MY GOD, ARE YOU DYING?!"
I wiped my mouth, glaring at him. "I'm pregnant, Jason. Not on my deathbed."
But did he listen? No.
He panicked. He hovered. He made breakfast.
"Here," he said, shoving a plate of toast and eggs at me.
I took one whiff.
