Blue had an epiphany while puking out his guts into the toilet. It seemed like these days he wasn't just dealing with morning sickness. There was also afternoon sickness, evening sickness, and middle of the fucking night sickness.
Blue breathed out through his mouth as he flushed the toilet and stood up from the floor to wash his mouth. While puking, he'd suddenly thought of a story idea for the new book he was writing.
Everything was still in the planning phase, but he'd decided for now that the story would be centered around a beta. A female one.
It would be his first time writing about someone of that gender which was really different from his norm.
Blue walked into his room and collapsed on the bed.
"Writing is hard…" he said to no one but himself.
