The Big Secret

No way

Last night Conor insisted we went to the game today. I had no way of declining there was no reason not to go. I couldnt tell Conor the truth and there was no escaping him here. The house my parents have only had two bedrooms, there was two separate beds thankfully, otherwise I'd be top and tailing with Conor.

"Are you ok? You look like death?" My mother looked concerned "good morning to you to" I half heartedly laughed, she didnt even crack a smile at that. "I've done your favourite pancakes" the smell instantly made my stomach turn. "Thanks, I'll take them up to get ready with" I took the plate and ran to my room.

"Nothing like knocking" Conor laughed "good job I'm ready!" "I've seen it all before" I rolled my eyes, perks of living together and growing up together theres little privacy or embarrassment. His face dropped, but I flashed him a smile. "Mums making pancakes?" His face lit up as I nodded.

He rushed out the room before I could even get comfy. I prodded the pancakes, my stomach churned more and more. The more I stared at it, the more I felt nauseous. It wasnt long until I found myself looking down the toilet bowl.

"You okay?" I heard knocking at the door "ye-" I couldnt answer before emptying my stomach again. My hair was held back and my back being rubbed "you're not ok" Conors voice soothed my body. "I will be" I lifted my head and turned to Conor. "Just a bit of a dodgy stomach" I smiled "brush your teeth, your breathe stinks" he held his hand over nose and mouth.

I got ready, covering the dark bags under my eyes, topping the look with a nude lipstick. My body felt weak, my stomach was still doing back flips and my head felt like I was pounding it against a brick wall. "You feeling better?" My mum kissed my head "yeah, probably just a dodgy tummy" I smiled "you can stay home if you want?" My dad looked over his cup, I contemplated it as the thought of seeing Owen again made the nausea reappear.

"Is that the time? We best get going, kick off is in an hour" my dad had never been this excited about my rugby games. If he did turn up he would be late, sometimes he wouldnt even come at all. I honestly dont understand it, but he was there for a lot of Conors games. My dad and Conors Dad would be cheering for him while our mums would just sit back and gossip.

We met Tom's parents outside the stadium and they guided us to our seats which of course was right behind the Sharks team. The boys walked on to the pitch of course Owen leading out saracens. My stomach flipped and my mouth went dry. I looked down before I could make eye contact with him. But as i looked up my eyes met his stare. "Why is he staring at you?" An irritated Conor broke our eye contact. "Yeah whose that Erin?" My mum nudged my arm.

How do I explain this to them? "Just a guy that helped me get home when we went drinking in Dublin" I laughed "hmm" my mum was not convinced. The game kicked off and somehow my eyes were fixed on Owen. I've only been to the England Ireland games but this time he was more than just a player on a pitch.

Tom's dad was shouting down at the pitch "you've played better than this Son!" He was not happy, the Sharks were winning but only by chance, the game was messy. I couldnt help but notice there was a player that looked exactly like Tom. "Does Tom have a brother?" I whispered to Conor, "yeah they're twins" he laughed. "The best way to tell them apart is their hair, Tom has longer hair" Tom's mum laughed.

I could feel the sickness feeling coming again, "I'm going to the toilet" Conor looked concerned as he let me squeeze past. "I'm fine" I smiled and sped off. These signs were not helpful. I asked the nearest person and thankfully she was on her way there too.

As soon as I got in the cubicle, I emptied the last of my stomach contents. "Are you ok in there?" The woman asked "yeah thanks, just must of ate something dodgy" I awkwardly laughed. "Not expecting are you? I suffered bad morning sickness but hopefully I'm at the end of it" she laughed. No chance, well there may be a chance.

I managed to pull myself together ready to face the world. "Here have one of these" she handed me a chewing gum "thank you!" She seemed lovely. I admired my pale face and now smudged make up in the mirror.

"If you are expecting, I can only say it gets better. I'm about 10 weeks now" she seemed very chatty "aww congratulations" "I'm Chloe by the way!" "I'm Erin" she pulled me in for a hug "it gets better I promise" "I dont think I am anyway, I'm hoping it's just dodgy food" I laughed. "Best take a test soon, but it's the best feeling ever" she placed her hands on her stomach.

Anxiety consumed my body, if I was that means theres only one possible person, hes stood on that pitch right now, staring holes through me. But hes expecting one already.

I tried to shake the idea out of my head, I'm just being paranoid, I'm on the pill and im sure we used something. Thoughts kept running through my head and I felt dizzy.

"Come on I'll walk back with you" she linked my arm and walked with me. "I need more girl friends, that enjoy rugby games!" She laughed, I tried to mirror her laugh but it came out like a little giggle "I'm not from here, my parents moved here recently. I play for Ireland" "ohhh, I'm from London anyway but if you're ever in London give me a text!" We exchanged numbers. Luckily we split up when it comes to the Seats. She was in the next block to me.

Pregnant? Theres no possible way!