Falling for You

Februrary 1997

Song - American Pie by Don McLean

February came quicker than expected. Timmy had started his new job and we were spending a lot more time together (and having a lot more sex).
I think it's totalled up to at least twice a day- not like I was complaining.

However this morning when I was woke up from his kisses I tasted something awful in my throat and pushed him lightly off me while I threw up at the side of the bed.
"Woah baby, are you okay?"
I couldn't stop, he pat my back to try and help me as well as holding my long hair back.

After I was finished he got me some water from the kitchen coming back in  his tight little boxers.
"There you go babe." He said handing me the glass.
"Thanks Timmy."
"Maybe you should call in sick for work." He suggested.
"Good idea."

As the day went on I felt gradually better and I was fully prepared to go to work the next day. But when I woke up it was the same again. This time there was a bucket next to the bed so it was a bit cleaner.

"Damn baby, we might need to take you to the doctor." Timmy said after I was sick the third morning in a row.
"Oh my god...really? I gotta sing tonight." I complained.
"I think your health is more important y/n."
I huffed.

...

Tim waited in the waiting room while I was in the doctors office.
"So you say you usually feel sick in the mornings?" Asked the doctor.
"Yup. It tends to fade away during the day then return the next morning."
"Hm. You're married yes?"
"Yes..."
"Are you having regular sex?"
"Excuse me?"

"Is there a chance you could be pregnant Ms. Chalamet?"
I gasped.
"Well...I suppose. I never even thought of..." My words trailed off in confusion.
"Do you use contraception?"
"Not always but most of the-"

"You're probably pregnant then. Go get a test and come back if it's negative."
I grabbed my bag angrily and stormed out.

"Hey baby, did he say what's w-"
"We've got to go to the store." I blurted out hoping to god I was just sick.
"W-why?"
"I'll explain on the way there." I said grabbing his hand.

...

"He thinks I'm pregnant." I said as we walked.
"Oh-" suddenly my frustration was clear to him.
"Yeah!" I exclaimed angrily.
"Do you think you are?" He said ruffling a hand through his hair.
"I don't know!"

...

Me and Timmy stood in our cramped bathroom staring and waiting for the test to show an answer. The silence was defining. We were both worried and scared. Eventually the timer Timmy set went off and I pick up the test.

"T-two lines...that's positive." I said feeling emotion well up inside me. I broke out into tears dropping the test and crying into Timmy's chest. He held me and let me cry. He knew I needed to get out the initial shock before we could have a reasonable conversation.

We stayed in the bathroom for a good half an hour until he convinced me to get some air on the balcony.
"I can't even smoke." I complained.
He chuckled.
"Maybe this is a good thing baby...a gift. You know sometimes you get a gift you didn't know you were gonna get but that doesn't make it any less good."

I smiled.
"I love the way you say things." I said calmly. He wandered over and embraced me.
"Listen, I love you and I'm gonna love our baby just as much. I'm happy about this baby. Be happy with me." His solemn voice didn't really match how happy he said he was but I think he meant that he will be happy.

"We'll work this out baby. I'm on a lot more money now, and like I said we can get a new place."
I rest my head against him as he comforted me.
"You'd be a great mother."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Of course I'm fucking sure. I've never met anybody as loving as you. When you love you love with all you've got."

I held onto him even tighter, crying now but tears in joy.
"How'd I end up with you Tim? I love you so much."
"I love you too." He said before placing a kiss on my head.

A/N : I think I've figured out how imma finish this book. Dw it won't be for a while but I think Ik what imma do.