Book 2: Chapter 52 - Strength.

　　　I flip the eggs over in the pain whilst my free hand pinches the bridge of my nose. The scent filling the kitchen as I cook breakfast is making me feel extremely nauseas. I know pregnancy sickness occurs in the first trimester however mine seems to have set off towards the end.

　　　I place two sausages on a plate, my face scrunched up in complete disgust. At that exact moment, the kitchen door opens and I lock eyes with a tired looking Jake. He's wearing a white shirt and black shorts, his hair dishevelled on top of his head.

　　　"Good morning," I smile at him, refraining from gagging at the smell of the cooked breakfast. I turn and plate up the eggs, placing two on Jake's plate and one on mine. Within a few seconds, I feel his warm body press against mine from behind, his arms wrapping around my waist -

　　　"Good morning beautiful," Jake drawls out, his voice husky from sleeping. He brushes his lips over my cheek softly before burying his head in my hair.