Yo, what's up Wattpad fam? Let me spill the tea on my crazy life in "His Possession." So, I just got back from a wild vacation in Brazil, and guess what? I came home to my two lovely assassin friends - Carla and Veronica. Now, Carla, she's a total p...
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The next morning, I found myself wide awake, the sun barely peeking through the curtains. A weird sensation nagged at me – a slight queasiness that I couldn't quite shake. Determined to quell the potential rebellion happening in my stomach, I decided to sneak out of bed for a little early-morning snack.
As I tiptoed towards the kitchen, I heard a voice behind me, unmistakably Luca's, declaring, "Adriana Souza, get your fat ass back in bed."
I couldn't help but giggle at the dramatic Italian accent he threw into the mix. Turning around, I flashed him a playful smirk, "Darling, it's called morning cravings. Don't question the sacred bond between a woman and her snacks."
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, "Snacks, eh? Should I be worried about losing my spot in bed to a box of cookies?"
I pretended to ponder, placing a hand on my chin. "Tough competition, but you're safe for now, Romano."
With that, I continued my culinary adventure in search of a remedy for my mysterious morning nausea, leaving Luca with a bemused smile and the realization that, even in the early hours, our banter remained a constant.
As I ventured further into the kitchen, the queasiness intensified, and I could feel my stomach doing somersaults. My mouth watered, and I knew the situation was getting dire. Suddenly, the need to throw up hit me like a ton of bricks.
I rushed to the nearest bathroom, determined to handle the situation discreetly. Luca, sensing something was off, followed me, concern etched on his face. I shot him a look that clearly said, "Don't you dare come in here."
He shook his head, understanding my unspoken plea, and retreated, giving me the space I needed for this not-so-glamorous morning routine.
As I faced the inevitable, I couldn't help but think about the absurdity of the situation. Here I was, supposed to be the epitome of glamour and poise, dealing with the less-than-glamorous aftermath of morning sickness. Life had a funny way of reminding us that even the most fabulous among us had their vulnerable moments.
Later that day, despite the morning turmoil, the nausea had subsided. I still wasn't feeling my best, but at least the threat of revisiting breakfast seemed to have passed. Luca, ever the concerned boyfriend, hovered nearby, offering a steady supply of crackers and ginger ale as if they were magical cure-alls.
As I lounged on the couch, he shared an interesting tidbit, "Veronica has been throwing up too."
I raised a skeptical brow, a mix of confusion and amusement crossing my face. "Veronica too? That's a bit weird, don't you think? Is there some kind of stomach bug going around?"
Luca pondered for a moment, his expression mirroring my curiosity. "Maybe it's contagious. Or perhaps you two are just in sync with your morning sickness. It's like some strange form of friendship bonding."
