"Tomas, don’t tell me you didn’t know Samantha is allergic to shrimp? Then again, I guess that’s expected. How well can a couple really know each other in a flash marriage?
Camila smirked playfully, while Tomas's face tensed as he turned to look at me.
"I'm sorry, Samita… It’s my first time cooking, so I—"
Before he could finish, a wave of nausea rolled over me. I clamped a hand over my mouth and bolted for the bathroom.
Tomas hurried after me, while Camila leaned lazily against the doorframe, amusement dancing in her voice.
"Tsk tsk, Sis, you look just like I did a few months ago when I was dealing with morning sickness." She continued, "Too bad… that’s not even a possibility for you, is it?"
She was about to continue, but Tomas cut her off.
"Camila, did you struggle with morning sickness too?"
The warmth of his hands on my back suddenly felt uncertain—like at any moment, they might slip away toward Camila instead.
"Exactly! I’ve been through so much for your big brother, yet he doesn’t appreciate it at all. Instead, he picks fights with me!"
Camila huffed in frustration while reaching down to pat her belly.