Don't Care If I Sound Crazy (A Daltiana Story)

~Chapter 56~

three months later...

I paced back and forth on the bathroom floor as I stared at the pregnancy tests. Dalton and I had been trying for another baby for the past three months, but I still couldn't get pregnant. I had been feeling like shit the past few days, I hope it's a sign that I'm pregnant.

"Baby, you're nervous, aren't you?" Dalton rubbed my back. I nodded.

"What if I'm still not pregnant?" I asked him, trying not to cry.

"Baby, look at me," he softly touched my face, "we need to have faith, okay?"

I nodded and he softly kissed my lips. Soon, three minutes passed. I looked at him, too scared to look at the tests.

"You can do this baby," he reassured and I nodded. I gathered all the courage I needed and looked at the tests. First one: negative, second one: negative. I tried to take a closer look in case there were fade second lines but realized that they were nowhere to be found. I broke down crying and Dalton held me in his arms.

"I'm so s-sorry," I cried, "it was all m-my f-fault."

"Shh... don't blame yourself baby," he rubbed my back, "it's not your fault."

He picked me up and carried me to our room, gently placing me on the bed. He lied down next to me and placed a kiss on my head.

"Mommy," Imogen called. Dalton stood up and picked Imogen up. He placed her next to me and I kissed her cheek.

"Your Mommy is sad," he said to her.

"Mommy, are you sad?" she frowned. I lightly nodded. She then placed a kiss on my cheek.

"I wuv you Mommy, don't cry," she said, making me let out a tiny smile.

"Mommy loves you too, Piccolina."

"Want me to take you to the doctor?" Dalton asked, "You had been feeling sick for almost a week."

"I just wanna cuddle," I mumbled and he nodded. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my head. Imogen was in between us, cuddling with us. She was half asleep. I ran my fingers through her hair and smiled.

Gosh, she's so precious. I will forever be grateful for her. Maybe I just wasn't grateful enough? I never even thought I would ever have kids in the first place. Not after what happened. Especially not after what the doctors told me.

"What's bothering you baby?" Dalton asked. He always knew when something is up.

"I just feel like I wasn't being grateful enough," I sighed, "you know, after losing a child, having to go through multiple failed relationships, and after different doctors told me that I couldn't get pregnant, I never thought I would ever have kids, but we had Imogen. I guess I should just be more grateful with what I have instead of focusing on what I don't have."

"Baby," he softly touched my face, "you have shown enough gratitude, you love Imogen with all your heart, and that's all that matters. I know it's really tough that you're struggling to get pregnant, but believe me, I'll always stay by your side no matter what happens, even if it means that we wouldn't have more kids like we wanted to."

"I'm so sorry," I cried in his arms. He held me tight and kissed my cheek.

"Don't be sorry baby, it's not your fault," he cooed. He kept on whispering comforting words into my ear until I eventually felt better. In no time, I fell asleep in his arms.

***

I woke up about an hour later and immediately felt nauseous. I dashed to the bathroom and started throwing up. Dalton came rushing into the bathroom and gently rubbed my back.

"Do you need some water?" he asked me. I nodded. He went downstairs and soon came back with a glass of water. He handed me the glass and I took a sip.

"Come on baby, I'll take you to the doctor, you've been feeling really sick the past few days," he said and I nodded. He picked Imogen up and we went to the car. He then drove us the doctor's office.

"Hi, what brings you here?" Dr. Johnson asked as soon as we entered her office.

"Ariana had been really sick the past few days," Dalton explained, "she kept on feeling nauseous and lightheaded."

"Do you have any other symptoms?"

"I have been feeling exhausted lately," I answered and she nodded.

"Have you been trying to get pregnant?"

"Yeah, we had been trying for the past three months, I took two pregnancy tests a little over an hour ago but they're negative," I explained.

"Okay, we'll have to take another pregnancy test just to make sure, please pee in this cup, the bathroom is over there," she pointed at a door. She handed me the cup and I went to the bathroom to pee in the cup. I washed my hands and gave the cup back to her. She dipped the pregnancy test and we waited for a few minutes.

"Is that Imogen over there?" she asked and I nodded.

"Hello there!" she smiled.

"Hi," she shyly waved, hiding behind Dalton's legs.

"She's shy around people," I chuckled. Soon, the timer beeped. She went to check on the pregnancy test.

"It unfortunately is still negative," she said sadly. I sighed. She asked me more questions about how I had been eating the past few days and if I had been stressed out. I told her that I had been eating a lot less than usual due to my stress. I had been really stressed out lately, not just because of my issues getting pregnant, but also because I would be releasing my seventh album in two weeks followed by an upcoming tour in a few months. She then decided to check my blood sugar level.

"It seems like it's your hypoglycemia," she said, "you should avoid getting too stressed out and fix your eating habits. I know it's hard when you're stressed, but that's what's best for you."

"Also, to quickly return your blood sugar back to normal, you should consume some sugar, so go treat yourself," she added and I nodded.

"So, that's all, do you have any questions?" she asked. I shook my head. I thanked her and we left.