Georgia's POV
Nick and I spent those ten days on the island wrapped in the kind of peace that felt unreal, like the world had pressed pause just for us. The staff only came by when Nick called them for maintenance or to drop off supplies, so for the most part, it was just me, Nick, the crash of the waves, and the lazy warmth of the sun, just like before, but with the comfort of modern technology and a more civilized way of living.
Well… me, Nick, the waves, and my morning sickness that decided to level up every single day.
By the time our departure was near, my nausea had me glued to the bed every morning till the afternoon. For the last two days, I didn't even bother arguing with my body; I stayed under the sheets until sunset and only came alive at night like some fragile, pregnant vampire.
