Natalia’s POV
I spent most of the next afternoon in the kitchen, working alongside one of the cooks to prepare dinner for Celeste and me. The nausea came and went, but I pushed through it, only having to rush to the bathroom to vomit once.
Thankfully, no one seemed to notice. Which was a good thing, because I wasn’t ready for news of my pregnancy to spread until Andrei was by my side.
The cook helped me put together a simple but hearty meal—roasted chicken with herbs, fresh bread, and a vegetable medley. It wasn’t too fancy, but it showed that I was willing to put in effort.
Truthfully, I wasn’t entirely sure why I was doing this. Perhaps the pregnancy hormones were making me sentimental, or perhaps I was just trying to keep Celeste from slitting my throat in the night over what had h
