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You and Sara sat on the floor of your room with scissors, plastic bags, combs, and hair ties all over the floor. You'd asked Sara to come over and help you take your braids out.
"Ouh girl your hair finna be nappy." Sara teased. You clicked your tongue and elbowed her in the knee. "Nigga shut up and finish the braid."
After finishing up a section Sara asked a question. "What happened to you last week? You dipped on us for like 3 days."
Shit. I was kinda hopping she hadn't asked what happened. You've felt a little nether since then but, still felt horrible. No matter what you did, whether it be skipping meals, taking medicine, or trying to sleep it off, you were still nauseous.
For the past week and a half you had the routine of waking up in the morning and barfing up last nights dinner or lunch.
"I've just been sick." You shrugged and grabbed the rat tail comb to start on a taking out a new braid.
"Well what kind of sick? A cold, stomach flu, headache?" She listed off. "I've had a stomach bug." You mumbled.
"Why are you mumbling?" She stopped taking out the braid and moved in front of you. "What are you hiding, Y/N?"
"Sara what I tell you, you can't tell anyone else." She knitted her eyebrows together but quickly relaxed her face and gave you all her attention.
"Well for the last week and a half I've been... ummm- throwing up every morning. Like every single fucking morning. And it's always at the same too. I even timed it, at 7:10 every morning I find myself hunched over the toilet. And then that's it, once I'm done the nausea goes away and I'm all good."
"I even took every medicine and homemade remedy that I could think to make and non of them worked. I'm honestly starting to get worried that it's not a stomach bug..."
Sara just stared at me completely shocked. You could practically see the wheels turning in her head as she sat there. "So do you think you're pregnant?"
You placed your face in your palms just at the thought of that possibility. "God I hope I'm not. I'm not ready for a baby, I'm only 17 for fucks sake. But what if I am... Asahi will probably leave me."
"Hey, calm down you don't even know yet. Don't freak out if you have nothing to freak out about." Sara said with her hands on your shoulders.
"How about we finish taking out these braids and walk to the CVS to buy a pregnancy test. Which I bet will come back negative."
