I feel nauseous and more nauseated. I stand up, flush the toilet, and go to the sink immediately. I can't understand if the nausea is a consequence of the pregnancy or if hearing that my half-brother almost fell in love with me has made me so disgusted.

"Bella!" I hear Lucas shout from the other side of the door, and I don't know if I dare to talk to him right now about Alejandro's infatuation.

"I'm coming," I limit myself to answer, and then I rinse my mouth.

I look in the mirror after I'm don