It has been a few weeks since Charli's funeral. Honestly, you still felt sad. You didn't fully recover yet, but who would? You also felt weird. You didn't know why or how, you just felt different.
You had waken up at 6:30 in the morning, throwing up. You had no clue what it could have been from, so you just ignored it. You walked back to bed and tried to fall asleep but you couldn't. You walked back to the toilet and thrown up again. But after you've thrown up, Noah woke up.
"Baby, are you okay?" Noah's asks walking towards you.
"Um, yea. I think. It's probably just a flu or something." You say.
"Okay. Want me to drive to the store and pick up some tylenol for you?" Noah asks.
"No. I think I'll be fine." You said.
"Okay. I'm going to make some breakfast for you. What do you want?" Noah asks.
"Um, can I just have an egg sandwich please." You asked.
"Yea." Noah said, walking to the kitchen.
While Noah was cooking breakfast, you googled some possibilities of why your throwing up. You didn't think it was a flu or some other sickness. It was something different. Something you've never felt before.
When googling, all you've seen were common sicknesses everyone gets within their lifetime. While scrolling down another website on why your throwing up, you freezed. "Pregnancy may be a cause of feeling sick or dizziness." You denied the fact that you may be pregnant even though there was 90 in 100% chance.
You ran to the bathroom and had another panic attack. Without a doubt, Noah found you in there too.
"It's time to eat-" Noah stops.
"I'M PREGNNANT." You cry.
"Wait, what?" Noah says.
"This can't be happening right now. Oh my god. This is the last thing I need in my life right now. What the fuck I am supposed to do?" You cried.
"Baby, take a few deep breaths. You don't know for sure your preganant, right?" Noah asks.
"No, I dont. But I'm 99% sure I'm pregnant." You panicked.
"How about this, I'll go to the store and buy you an pregnancy test." Noah says.
"No, no. Can we go to the doctors. The doctors are more trustworthy, rather than a stupid piece of plastic." You said.
"Yea, okay. Get your shoes on, we're going to the doctors." Noah said.
You tried putting your shoes on but you couldn't. You were shaking so badly. So instead Noah put your shoes on and tied them for you.
"Thank you baby." You say.
"Anything for you bubs." He smiles and kisses you.
