He moved toward me, but before I could reply, I bolted from the room and made a beeline for the bathroom. I had to throw up. Thankfully, I made it to the toilet just in time, leaning over as I let my lunch out into the bowl. Kellon rushed in behind me.

“Here, let me help you.” He wasted no time pulling my hair back to keep it from falling into the toilet. “I’ve got you.”

“Thanks.” I managed to speak between heaves, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me. I was grateful to have him here, even in such an embarrassing moment. After making sure my hair was secured in a bun, he started moving around the bathroom.

“Here.”

He handed me a wash towel. His eyes held a mixture of worry and care.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he suggested, helping me stand.

“I don’t know what just happened,” I said weakly, glancing at him as I brushed my teeth in a daze. I thought my morning sickness phase was over. I hadn’t thrown up since New York.

“Honestly?”

I looked up to see him staring at me like I was crazy.

“I don’t know much about pregnancy, but I do know it sometimes involves throwing up,” he replied.

I didn’t know if he was trying to lighten the mood or be a smart ass.

“Fuck you.” I flipped him off before rinsing my mouth out. I’d barely finished spitting before he scooped me up into his arms.

“Um… What are you doing?” I questioned, though his big strong ass had just turned me on.

“Carrying your smart mouth ass to bed. You need to rest,” he stated, and I couldn’t argue with him there. He gently laid me down on my bed, and I welcomed the comfort of my soft sheets. I watched as he walked to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water.

“Drink this,” he said.

“Thanks.”

“What are friends for?” he replied, sitting on the end of the bed. “You need to take it easy. Can I do anything else for you?”

I shook my head as I sipped the water slowly, hoping it would ease my stomach. This morning sickness stuff was not for the weak.

“I don’t feel too good,” I admitted, handing him back the bottle. He set it aside as he moved closer to me.

“Let’s just lie down and relax. How about we watch a movie?”

I nodded despite not feeling great. Movies were definitely my healing language.

“I have to warn you. I only watch kids’ movies. I’m a sucker for happy endings.”

“I’ll watch whatever you choose.”

He smiled at me as he settled beside me. Grabbing the remote, he scrolled through the selections on my TV before finally landing on one of my favorite princess movies.