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dark circles. Then she rummaged through the back of her drawer, searching for powder blush to lend an appearance of color. Inspecting her work, she told herself she looked halfway normal. Hopefully, she looked good enough to pass the inspection of her daughter who was on her way up. Her husband had already seen how bad she looked. He was getting a full-blown trial of the “for worse” part of his recent wedding vows.
    Why did she feel so terrible with this pregnancy? Her first two had been easy, and she felt terrific the whole time. Of course, she was in her early twenties when she had Emily and Charlotte. She’d had a little morning sickness, but nothing like she was experiencing now. The nausea meds prescribed by the doctor provided little relief for her severe symptoms. She had hoped fervently she’d eventually adjust, praying each day her symptoms would improve. But so far, she found it almost impossible to keep anything in her stomach.
    She spied her husband behind her, watching her in the mirror, his face clearly exhibiting the emotions warring inside him. Whoever said men don’t have any feelings had never met her husband. He had them in droves, and most of them were intense.
    “I look bad… I’m afraid for Emily to see me.”
    “If you’d tell her the truth, it wouldn’t be a problem. I really don’t like lying to her, and I’m having to do it a lot. Have you considered how angry she’ll be when she finds out the truth?”
    “I know, but I’m just not ready.”
    He sighed. It seemed like he was doing a lot of sighing these days. “Have you had anything to drink today?”
    “I liked those ice chips you brought me. And I ate a cracker.”
    “And they stayed down?”
    “Well... Not exactly.” She felt tears forming, and she turned away, blinking rapidly.
    She found herself enveloped in his arms. “Don’t worry. We’re already planning to go back for an IV this afternoon; you’ll feel better soon.”
    “I’m really worried the baby’s not getting enough nutrition.”
    “I’m worried about you . If something doesn’t change, there won’t be anything left of you.” He gave her a squeeze. “But Monday, something’s going to change. We’re not going on like this. So why do we have to keep lying about it, even to our family?”
    “It’s... You won’t understand.”
    “I will. Please tell me.” He lifted her face toward his, so she could see the promise in his eyes.
    “I’m... I don’t want to go through this in public—in the newspapers, in the tabloids. I’m just not used to it. I know it doesn’t bother you, but I was even embarrassed over all the press stuff when we got married. I can’t imagine what they’ll say when they find out I’m pregnant at my age. And then if I lose the baby...” She couldn’t stop a few tears from rolling down her cheeks.
    “I didn’t know the paparazzi upset you that much. I guess I’m used to it, so I can ignore it. But if it matters to you, it matters to me.” He kissed a few stray tears off her face. “Couldn’t we at least tell the girls and Gram?”
    “But then they’ll have to lie about it.”
    He heaved out another weighty sigh. “Okay, we’ll wait as long as we can. And I’ll see what I can do to keep the media out of it. Truthfully the best way to fight the tabloids is to be very open with the mainstream press. It’ll be hard to keep it a secret for long.”
    She managed a little smile. “Maybe you could simply buy all the tabloids.”
    “I’m considering it.” He grinned, and her heart leapt in her chest. He was so handsome. Sometimes she still had a hard time believing he could love her.
    “Help me get dressed and ready for when Emily comes. I want to look really normal.”
    “I’d rather help you get undressed.” He kissed the back of her neck.
    “You’ve got to be kidding. Me throwing up ten times a day hasn’t turned you off?”
    “Na! I’m used to it. I’ve always had that effect on