The next morning Hunter walked into the bedroom finding Eve in the en-suite restroom. Hearing her vomit put him in instant protective mode and he rushed over to check on her, holding her hair back.
"Babe, are you okay? You've been sick every morning since you got here. I know you said you get this way when you're stressed, but I'm starting to worry."
Taking a slow breath, she got up to wash her face and started brushing her teeth. With a sniffle, she blew it off. "I'll be fine."
"Eve, it's not fine. I'm worried there may be something wrong," he said kissing her temple to check if she had a temperature.
"Honey, I'm fine. Really. I'll be okay. I just have had an upset stomach is all."
Wrapping his arms around her he kissed the top of her head. "You'd tell me if something is wrong, right?"
"Yes. I would. I'm fine, I promise. Have you called to check on Harper?"