I left his room and went to mine where I had my own private shower. His words stung me. Was he ashamed of me? I looked at my face in the mirror, tears began to fall. He didn’t sound like he was trying to be mean, but it just didn’t sound right. A stab of nausea to my stomach had me vomiting in the sink. Good thing I wasn’t in bed. It must have been the stress. I waved it off and took a long relaxing shower. It happened again, I threw up in the shower. And now I had the urge to eat some chicken with ice cream with mozzarella cheese and pepperoni. I finished my shower and made sure the bathroom was clean. I went to the kitchen and rummaged through his refrigerator, eating anything in site. Tristian came down a few minutes later and saw me devouring his entire kitchen. “You’re still starving? Whoah, settle down there.” He looked me straight in the eye and pointed out something strange. “Your eyes, they’re red. They weren’t red a few hours ago… Is this some kind of rabbit thing?” “Um, yes. I guess.” I bolted past him back to my room, red eyes in a rabbit shifter only meant one thing. But that was impossible. I was a male, there was no possible way that I could be… “Pregnant?” I asked myself while staring in my bedroom mirror.