Married At Nineteen

Chapter Fifty-one

"You look unwell, have you been eating?" He asked as he unwrapped his arms around me.

I almost rolled my eyes at how frequent everyone was using that line with me. "I'm tired," I said, my hands fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

"If so, what can I do to compensate for that?" He asked, taking my lips by surprise as he leaned down, his palms nestling on my cheeks.

The sudden act caused me to squeak, a smile forming as his tongue brushed my lower lip. The kiss went slow, almost not what I expected from him after that long separation.

I couldn't help but get drowned in the passionate kiss.

"Nothing, just take me home. School's hectic these days and I got stuff to do," I said as soon as his lips left mine.

"I'm staying over then," He said, his voice slinky.

My words got congested in my throat as bile drove up. I rubbed my throat, my face twisted with discomfort.

"Are you good?" He asked when he noticed my behavioural change.

"Umph," I gagged, clamping my palm to my mouth.

Not waiting a split second, I sprinted out of sight into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I waited for the nausea to push again and it did, spurting out of my mouth and into the toilet bowl.

When I heard the toilet door opening, I immediately yelled. "Chris, get the hell out!"

I was a mess and I was embarrassed with him seeing me that way.

"Have you been sick?"

I shook my head, shutting my eyes when the nausea came back. "Just go for now,"

……..

The next morning, when Chris had gone off to work, I was finally able to crawl out of bed. Although I was sick, I made a nice cover so he wouldn't worry too much about me.

Twice this morning I visited the bathroom and now my head was pounding heavily in pain. These days my project suffered because I put little effort into it. Nevertheless I never entirely abandoned it by any means.

Wrapping my arms around my legs in a huddled position, I thought about what the cause of my illness could be. It grew worse with time and I wasn't even able to deal with it.

My phone pinged so I took it by the bedside and checked the notification.

"How are you feeling?"

Blake had the heart to check up on me which was very sweet.

"Still the same, it's even worse now," I replied, waiting for his next text to appear.

"Have you tested yourself? You could be pregnant who knows and with the constant spewing, it could be something even worse."

My jaw dropped at his assumption. It could be something worse to me at this moment sounded better than the former.

Tossing the phone aside, I reached for my calendar, checking for the last time I saw red. Rubbing my palm on my thigh, I instantly grew nervous. How could I have overlooked this?

That moment, I got into my closet and changed into something more casual.

Padding down the street with my gate left open, I made my way to the pharmacy close by. Being close to noon, the sun shone brightly on the street, illuminating every corner.

Today it was partly quiet, only the occasional passing by of vehicles and mild music coming out of most apartments.

As soon as I stepped into the pharmacy and asked what I wanted, I regretted not going incognito. The way the young girl that sold to me gave me an awkward rove of the eye, I shrunk to the bottom of my shoes.