Rachel POV
For the past few weeks I've been having signs of pregnancy. There is no doubt in my mind that I am, but I still wanna take the test to make sure. If I'm pregnant, I wanna be sure that I am.
I got up and put on some sweats. I put my shoes in and grabbed my purse. I was so nauseated. I had to resist the urge to puke my guts out.
Once I got to the store, I picked out a test. I bought it and walked out the store. The feeling of nausea began to overcome my will to hold it back. I ran to the side of the building and started throwing up. It was uncontrollable and it was like everything I had eaten my whole life was pouring out of me.
"Excuse me ma'am? Are you okay?" an older lady's voice said.
I turned around to get a look at the person and saw it was my mom. She had Renee by her side. They seemed like they belonged.
"Rachel? What aw you do-ee on de side of de sto-aw throwing up yo food? Aw you bulimic?" she asked.
"No. No. I was just nauseated." I said standing up fully.
"You aw pregnant. Who dad daddy? Eed eet dat Nathan Dunkin?" she asked.
"Uh.. yea." I said.
"Sissy pooh! I missed you! You having a baby? Oh yay! I'm going to be an aunty!" she screeched happily.
"Yes. I don't know what it's going to be yet. So I don't know if you are having a boy or a girl." I said.
"Don't call it a it. Call it a baby." Renee said.
"Okay. The baby has not been determined to be a boy or a girl yet." I said.
"We'd better be getting into a the sto-aw. You come see me mo ofteh. I got some home remedies on morn-een sickness." she said before walking away while waving goodbye at me.
I slightly smiled. I then walked to my car and cranked it up. I drove home. I couldn't wait to take that test. I already knew the answer, but I wanted to make sure. Because if o wasn't pregnant, then I had one hell of a stomach virus.
I walked into the house and brushed my teeth. I didn't want the taste of throw up in my mouth. I showered and dried off. I looked in the mirror. I'd gained weight and I was glowing. I'd gained at least 15 pounds.
I looked at the tests. Something in me got nervous. I don't know why, but I was nervous. Why was I nervous?
Fifteen minutes later
I went back in the bathroom where I'd left the test. I looked at it. Two pink lines. I was pregnant. I was going to have a baby.
I'd been pregnant before. I was pregnant by the same guy. Now I was pregnant by him again. This was a different situation though.
We were adults. There were no angry moms to keep us apart. There were no dead end jobs to stress me so that I'd have a miscarriage. I was an adult. He was an adult. We could do what we wanted.
So why was I so nervous and scared to tell him I was pregnant? Why did I feel like I'd be rejected? Maybe that's because it was what I was used to. I was used to being rejected and hurt. I knew nothing more.
Now, the last thing I ever thought would happen again happened. I'd reunited with my ex lover. The father of our two children. The one that didn't make it, and the one that was waiting to be born.
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