Pregnant By My Brother

Chapter 18

As soon as I woke up nausea washed over me. I quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Vic stood there with a towel around his waist, watching me as I threw up in the toilet.

"You alright, Mikey?" He asked as he rubbed my back soothingly. I nodded and sighed.

"Yeah. I'm alright." I said before I stood back up.

"I would kiss you, but you probably taste like puke." He said with a pout. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and began to brush my teeth.

"I'm gonna go get dressed, hun." He said. He kissed the top of my head before he left the room.

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"Hey, Mike." Tony said with a smile. I opened my locker and smiled back at him.

"Hey."

"Can I talk to you... about something important?" He asked.

"Of course."

He cleared his throat. "I still really like you, Mike."

"Oh."

"And... I think I can make you happier than Vic does. I mean, I understand that you're pregnant with his baby and everything, but like, I think I'd be better at helping you with the baby than he would."

"That's real sweet, Tone, but you know-"

"Yeah. I know you love Vic." He said softly. "I just want to be here for you, Mike."

"You're really sweet, Tony. But you know I'm with Vic, and I'm happy with him, you know. And I'm really grateful that you're my best friend."

"Okay." He sighed, but smiled. "I understand."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, giving him a gentle hug. "Thanks, Tone. But I gotta go, Vic's waiting outside for me."

"Okay. I'll see you later." He said with a smile. I kissed his forehead before I left the school. Vic was standing outside, leaning against the wall.

"Hey babe." He said before he pecked my cheek.

"Hey. Ready to go?"

He nodded and took my hand, locking our fingers. "Yeah. What took so long?"

"I was talking to Tony."

"Uh huh. About?"

"Nothing. Just talking. Why? Are you jealous?"

"No." He said quickly. "I just wanted to know. What'd he say?"

"He said he still likes me." I said quietly.

"Ugh. I hate him."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because he's always flirting with you."

I giggled. "He does not! You're just jealous. He's really sweet, Vic."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are, Viccy-Poo."

"Let's just drop it, okay?"

I chuckled. "Okay."

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"Come lay down with me, Viccy-Poo." I whined. He stripped down to his boxers before he laid in the bed beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Oh no." I groaned.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I'm gonna puke." I groaned. He rubbed my stomach soothingly.

"Just try to ignore it and sleep." He whispered. I closed my eyes, trying my best to ignore the nausea.

"I can't." I said before I jumped out of bed and into the bathroom. Oh how much I hate puking.