Serurora’s POV.
It has been three months since that night that I took all three of them and we still have one-on-one time but it is always better when it is all four of us together. I lay on Angel’s chest catching my breath with Alexei and Michael beside us.
“You need a bath. We need to pamper you, baby,” Angel says, tracing lazy circles along my spine, and I get that feeling of nausea in my throat.
I sit up and swallow as I stand from the bed and stagger toward the bathroom. My stomach twists and I reach the toilet as I throw up. My knees hitting the cold marble tiles as I heave.
“Ser, are you alright? What’s wrong?” They all ask as they move in tandem to get me water, a washcloth, and mouthwash. I groan before I slump against the wall. Tears streaming down my face. I hate throwing up
