Drive | Joult

Chapter 35

(Jennifer)

*a few weeks later*

I see the plus sign and my heart skips a beat. I am pregnant. I have to tell Nick. I run out into the hall and down the stairs. These don't look like my stairs. I feel my heart rate pick up when I see him standing in front of me. It's Chris. I'm no longer on the stairs. We're in a bedroom, his bedroom. I'm sitting on the bed. He places his hand over my very visible bump. I look around the room, but everything around us is blurry. "Relax, it's not good for the baby to be so tense." He says, only making me more stressed. I can't say or do anything. I'm frozen to this bed. The walls are a light blue color, same as my night gown. This is a dream. I know that. Why can't I wake up? I feel his lips on my thighs as he kneels down in front of the bed. I force my hand to move and I stop him from going any further.

I wake up frozen to the bed, covered with sweat. Nick is next to me still asleep. I try to slow my breathing so I won't wake him up. I climb out of bed and walk to the bathroom. I turn the light on and look at myself in the mirror. My skin is shining from sweat and my eyes are wide with fear. Other than that I appear myself. I'm wearing a white tank top and black underwear. I don't see any bump. I run my hand across my waist and I feel a cold chill run over my body. I immediately throw up into the sink. I start crying and rinse out the sink. I put my hand over my face and lean up against the bathroom wall. I slide down onto the floor and keep my mouth covered so I don't wake up Nick with my crying.

I feel someone's hand on my shoulder and I look up. It's Nick. He's sitting on the floor with me, with my head in his lap. I sit up, my head hurts bad. "Are you okay? I found you in here on the floor.." He looks at me. "I think so, yeah. I just got sick last night and I guess I fell asleep." I explain, feeling like I'm gonna throw up again. I move to the toilet and throw up again. "Are you sick?" He asks, touching my back, making me flinch. I wipe my mouth off and get up and rinse it out in the sink. "Yeah...I guess. I'm just gonna go back to bed." I walk past him to our bedroom and sit back down on the bed. I need new clothes. Nick walks in seconds after I sit down. I suddenly can't stand the thought of him looking at me like this, barely clothed. I get under the covers and he sits down next to me. "Hey, you sure you're okay?" He asks, gently running his hand over my thigh. I nod. "What can I do to make it better? Do you want some breakfast or something?" He puts his hand on my forehead and takes it off. "You don't have a fever, but you're really sweaty." I don't know what's worse, pretending like everything's okay and letting him take care of me, or shutting him out over guilt. "I'm not hungry." I can't eat right now. "Okay, I'll be right back. Stay here." He leaves and I immediately get up. I run to the bathroom and throw up again, this time it's mostly just water. I sit back down on the bed and cover up again, just before he walks in. He sits down and pulls me close to him and I lay my head on his chest. He presses a cool washcloth to my head and I feel myself shiver. I don't think he noticed though. He blots at my face until all the sweat is gone. It feels good. He kisses my head and I feel the nausea return. My stomach growls, I don't remember how long it's been since I've eaten. "Jen you need to eat something. It's gonna make it worse if you don't eat." He says. "I've gotta go. I'll be back soon okay? Like five minutes." I grab his boxers out of the dresser and socks. Then I run downstairs.

I run out to the car with his boxers and socks on now too. I start the car and grab my high heels from where I remember leaving them a few weeks ago in the back seat. I set them next to me and drive off. I drive until I get to the nearest store. I park, put the heels on, and walk in. The cashier doesn't seem surprised by my attire. There's no one else in here. I grab two different pregnancy tests and pay for them. Then I walk to the bathroom and close the door. I try the first one - positive. I try the second one - negative. A positive and a negative. I can't know for sure unless I go to a doctor. I still feel like I have to be, or else my dream was pointless.

I pull up into McDonald's and I look over the menu, deciding what to order. Everything looks good. "What would you like to order?" I look it over again. "I'd like two number fives, both with Dr. pepper. An apple pie and a cookie." My mouth waters smelling the fries. I pull up further and hand them the money. They hand me three bags, two big and one small, Then two Dr.Peppers. I really should've thought this through. There's no room in the car.

I park my car in the empty parking lot next door. I don't want to go home and try to explain myself to Nick. He's going to be mad no matter how long I'm gone. I open a bag and find fries. I stuff them into my mouth, burning myself in the process. I take a sip of my Dr.Pepper and eat the rest of my fries. I take a bite of the apple pie. Mmm sugar, exactly what I needed after all that salt.

I look at our house and see that the lights are still on in the kitchen. He must be in there. I throw the high heels back into the back and pull out one of his flannel shirts. I put it on and debate whether or not to go inside. I open the door quietly and find he's asleep on the couch. I got lucky, very lucky. I tiptoe upstairs and lay down hoping this was all a dream.

A/N: I WANNA WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER NOW BUT IM TIRED AND SCHOOL AH FUCK