Hide Your Heart

Am I....Or Not?

Walking into the bathroom again, Paul helped his new husband to his feet and over to the sink. "Let's get you cleaned up." "Can you stand long enough for me to undress you?"

Tommy nodded weakly before sinking to his knees again and throwing up. "I HATE THIS!!!I HATE BEING SICK!!!!I HATE YOU!!!I HATE ME!!!"screamed Tommy between bouts of throwing up and crying.

Paul was beginning to think he was about to have a full blown meltdown on his hands. "Tom!" he spoke rather harshly. "Fucking stop all this and calm down!"

Looking up with tears in his eyes, Tommy went to say something but just crumpled onto the floor. "I wanna go on tour! I am the damned lead after all! I don't wanna stay home!" He proceeded to cuss Paul out before trying to stand long enough to slap him.

"Do not slap me, Thomas. We are getting you cleaned up and to the hospital. Now you listen to me, understand? I have a suspicion you're pregnant. You're moody as hell, you can't seem to shake this sickness and you can't eat. Take the test I'm leaving on the counter and I'll look at it in five minutes. Meanwhile, you're getting in the tub and I'm joining you."

Tommy silently sniffled as the tub filled. He let Paul undress him and set him in the tub after taking the test. Feeling Paul slide in behind him, he laid on his chest. "Sorry." he mumbled.

Paul sighed as he bathed Tommy from head to toe. "I hate seeing you so thin."

"It's your fault! If I'm pregnant, I didn't get myself that way." snapped Tommy.

Paul knew he was in for a long emotional ride with the mood swings.

After getting out and dressing, Paul helped his husband out and dried him off. dressing him in loose clothes, he got him back into bed before flipping the test over.