CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREE – MORNING SICKNESS

Kayla awoke with a start, her stomach roiling ominously. Barely making it to the bathroom in time, she was violently ill, harsh retching sounds echoing off the tiled walls. When the spasms finally subsided, she rested her clammy forehead against the cool porcelain, trying to catch her breath. The bedroom door opened and Lance peered in, his expression etched with concern. "Kayla? You okay?" She managed a weak smile, although it was probably more of a grimace. "Morning sickness makes its grand debut, I guess." Lance crossed the room and crouched beside her, rubbing her back soothingly. "This seems like more than just regular morning sickness, babe. Maybe we should call Dr. Henderson." Kayla waved him off, gingerly pushing herself to her feet. "It's probably just a bit worse since this is the second pregnancy after..." Her voice trailed off as she pressed a hand to her still-churning stomach. Lance frowned but didn't argue further. He knew that stubborn set to Kayla's jaw all too we