Amazing:My Life with Steven Tyler

Sick as a Dog

Even though Steven was already telling people to call me Mrs. Tyler, we both agreed that getting married was going to have to wait a little while. We still had fifty more shows this year, and I didn't want to rush a wedding. It's been more then 2 weeks since we got engaged. We did a few more shows in Massachusetts, some in New York, a show in Pennsylvania, and one in Rhode Island. We had just finished a show in Augusta, Maine a few nights ago. We were back in Boston for another show tonight, and Steven and I had gotten our own house here.

I woke up late, around 1, and sprung out of bed as fast as I could. I ran to the bathroom and puked my guts out. Shit. What did I have for dinner last night? Oh right. I shared chicken with Steven. I wonder if he is feeling sick? I wandered back into the bedroom and slid back into bed. Steven turned over, wrapping his arms around me.

"Morning." I said.

"Your up late." said Steven.

"Yeah. I don't feel so good. Do you feel okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah I feel great." he said.

"I must be coming down with a stomach bug or something. I feel like crap" I told him. "I should probably go to the drug store and get some gatorade. And maybe some PeptoBismol or something. Tums. I don't know. I just feel terrible."

"Okay. Want me to go with you?" he asked.

"No I'm fine. It's right up the street anyway. I'll just run over real quick. There's no sense in you getting up." I told him.

I got up and threw on some clothes. A t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and made my way downstairs. I jumped in the car and drove myself to the drug store.

I walked past the snack aisle and went down the cosmetics aisle. I grabbed a bottle of bright red nail polish. I went down the medicine aisle and grabbed a bottle of PeptoBismol. I passed the toys section, the hair care section, and as I was passing the feminine hygiene section- CRASH. The bottle of nail polish hit the tile floor and exploded.

Oh my god. I hadn't gotten my period this month. I was on the pill, there was no way. It's impossible. I walked down the aisle anyway and grabbed a box of pregnancy tests anyway. Better to be safe then sorry.

I walked to the counter and a young man started to ring me up.

"Hey. Aren't you Steven Tyler's girlfriend?" he asked me.

"No. That's my sister Janie. I'm Jackie." I smiled. The last thing I needed was for the tabloids to report that I was pregnant before Steven even knew.

The guy bought the little white lie. "Well, Jackie, have a great day." he smiled.

I walked out and headed back home. I made a B-line for the bathroom. I pulled out the pregnancy test and peed on it. I waited impatiently for the results. A few minutes later, two pink lines appeared.

Shit.

No.

This couldn't be happening. We weren't married. We just got engaged a few weeks ago for christ sakes. I couldn't tell Steven. We just had a whole conversation about how it wasn't the right time for marriage or a baby. I needed to talk to someone. I capped the pregnancy test and shoved it in my back pocket I grabbed the bag with the empty box in it and shoved it in a drawer underneath a bunch of clothes. I opened the door and Steven was wide awake laying on the bed. Shit.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I told him. "I'm going to Tom and Terry's really quick."

Steven could tell something was wrong. "Why?" he asked.

"I just have to ask her a question. I'll be right back." I told him. I walked out of the house and hopped in the car again. I drove to the hotel that they were staying in. I took the elevator to the third floor and found their room. I knocked on the door.