Tyler Posey's Little Sister

The End of the First Begining Chapter 7

*Taylors POV* •Three Weeks Later•

I woke up to throwing up. I ran to the bathroom and vomited. I have the stomach bug the day of the meet & greet, great.

Dylan was still sleeping, it was only 6:45 in the morning on a Saturday.

"Babe?" He asked still half asleep. "Are you okay?"

"No, Dylan. I got the stomach bug. You'll have to go to the meet & greet without me..." I said.

"No no, I'll stay here with you." he said.

"Dylan, I'm craving eggs and bacon... will you make me some?" I asked.

"Might hurt your stomach but yeah babe." he said.

"Thank you." I mumbled.

I finally got up and ate about 2 times as much as I normally eat... that's weird...

I guess I just threw up most of my nutrients and now I need more.

"Dylan, we have a meet & greet every Saturday of June right?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" He asked.

"What is today's date?" I asked ignoring his question.

"June 21, the third Saturday in June." he said. He was although he was looking at his phone calendar .

"Oh, sh*t." I said worried.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"My period is 4 days late." I said.

"They can be late can't they?" He asked a little confused.

"No, no. Mine are always on time..." I said even more worried. "How long has it been since, you know, the Tyler incident?"

"About three weeks......" he said finally realizing what I was getting at.

"A-are you pre-" he couldn't finish his sentence.

"Yes, Dylan. I think I might be pregnant." I whispered.

"Did he use a-a cond-" I cut him off.

"I don't think he would've even cared." I said angrily. "Come on, were going to get pregnancy tests."

"Okay."

*At the Store*

"Ugh!" I groaned.

"What?" He asked.

"I have no FREAKING clue what to get." I said.

"Just get three kinds you think would work." he said.

"Okay." I grumbled.

I just randomly grabbed three. we went to the check out and I figured we'd get a dirty look from the cashier considering I was eighteen and Dylan was 20.

When we got up there the cashier looked up and said, "congratulations. I had my first child when I was around your age." she said while looking at me. "maybe she was a mistake but she was the greatest blessing I've ever received."

"Awe, that's so sweet." I said.

"Thank you." Dylan said while grabbing the bag.

"You're very welcome." she said while smiling and waving.

The drive home was silent other than the whistling of trees going by.

In about fifteen minutes, we were home,

Dylan unlocked the door and headed straight for the bathroom.

I opened the package and followed the directions for all three packs.

"This will be the longest three minutes of my life." I complained.

Dylan sat on the edge of our bathtub and watched for the results.

What seemed like 10 minutes was actually 3.

I got up to see my results.

I stared at the results not knowing what to think.

"Babe, what are they?" Dylan asked.

"Negative..."

"Negative..."

"Positive..."

The last word was barely a whisper.

"Well, best 2 out of 3... you're not pregnant."

Shockingly, the word not shattered my heart. The thought of Dylan and I having a child was actually...... sweet.

He didn't have to know that though...

I would keep it to myself, but I couldn't...

"Give me the phone please." I said.

He tossed it and I caught it.

I dialed the number that I could always remember... the hospital...

"The GreenWood Hospital, how may I help you?" The lady asked.

"I need to schedule an appointment to see if I'm pregnant." I said in a blur. Luckily, she understood me.

"Okay. What time would work for you?"

"Tomorrow, 8:00 a.m." I said.

"That's a bit early, but that's fine." She said.

"Okay thanks." I said while hanging up.

I might be pregnant...