I had already thrown up before Jake could get to me. He held my hair back as I continued to empty my stomach, rubbing constant circles on my back. "Do you need to go hunting?"

I groaned at the thought. I was too exhausted to go run around in the woods for an hour trying to find an animal. "Tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I think it might just be PMS anyway. I've been feeling a little off all day. I should be fine to wait."

He flushed the toilet and looked at me. Concern flooded every feature on his face. "I don't know, Ness…."

I put my hand against his check, assuring him with all of my thoughts.

He sighed and looked around. "What day is it even?"

"October seventh," Mom answered from the doorway. "Is everything alright?"

"It's just PMS nausea," I answered quickly.

Jake helped me up and kissed my forehead. "That's still not right, Ness…."

"My body is still adjusting from the miscarriage," I mumbled. "I'm just a little off."

"Are you in any pain?"

I shook my head and smiled sadly at his overprotectiveness. "I promise you, I am fine." I looked at Mom and wrapped an arm around her waist as we walked back to the living area. Reaching out, I grabbed Jake's hand and tugged him. "I love you," I thought.

He smiled, placing a kiss on my hand. "I'll get you some water."

"Thank you." I sat in between Dad and Mom on the sofa, snuggling up between the both of them. "I missed you all," I said quietly.