"How are you feeling? Does it still hurt? I was only gone for two days, and now you're in the hospital. What did the doctor say?"
Athena was held so tightly she had no chance to catch her breath. Just as she opened her mouth to respond, a faint, nearly undetectable scent filled the air.
It was the same scent she had once noticed on another woman.
Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit her, settling in her stomach like a stone.
Wasn’t it more likely that he had spent that so-called international conference in someone else’s bed?
The thought hit Athena like a punch to the gut, and in an instant, she broke free from Emmett’s embrace. Gripping the bed railing, she doubled over, dry heaving violently.
Emmett froze, a look of shock crossing his face before he rushed to her side. His beautiful eyes were filled with a mixture of concern and something darker, almost like excitement.
"Athena, could you be pregnant?"
Athena straightened up, carefully distancing herself from him.
"No, my stomach’s just been a little off lately."
"Really?"
Emmett’s voice dripped with disbelief, and just as he opened his mouth to press further, his phone rang.