Mr. Remington Got Me Pregnant novel Chapter 4

Emery’s POV

If you had to live with people like my in-laws, you’d probably feel sick every single day too. Trust me, I know.

It’s like they attract bad energy on purpose. Just being around them is enough to make me nauseous. Some days, I swear I could throw up just looking at them.

This morning, I actually did. When I walked into the kitchen, the smell of coffee hit me, and before I could even sit down, Portia spoke without looking up.

“If you’ve caught some hazard, Emery, keep yourself away from others, for God’s sake.”

I didn’t respond. I was focused on the avocado toast sitting on the counter. I suddenly craved it, badly. My mouth watered just looking at it, and for a moment, it felt like the only thing that made sense in the room.

Portia kept going, clearly not needing a reply. “You really should take better care of yourself and think about the people around you as well.”

Then came Lily, breezing in with her phone already in hand. Her eyes barely left the screen as she said, “No wonder Landon never looks twice. You don’t even try anymore.”

I almost laughed, or cried. Maybe both. Instead, I pushed my chair back and stood up.

“I’m not hungry,” I muttered, though my appetite had only vanished the moment they opened their mouths.

“You never are,” Lily said behind me. “Maybe that’s your problem.”

I didn’t look back. I climbed the stairs and walked straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind me before leaning hard against the sink. My hands were shaking again, the same way they had been for days now.

This wasn’t just stress, not anymore. The dizziness, the nausea, the way the smell of Portia’s perfume made me gag yesterday, none of it felt normal.

I opened the drawer under the sink and pulled out the small box I’d been hiding for a week. A digital pregnancy test. I’d stared at it at least a dozen times, but I’d never been brave enough to use it.

Pregnant.

“I’m not barren,” I whispered. And then again, louder, as if the truth had to be spoken twice to be believed. “I’m not barren.”

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