"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck.
"You think so?" He asks.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw.
When he says that I feel my heart do a million f...
Everyone's been waiting for this.... But with my own cringe twist of course! Enjoy :)
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BILE RISES UP IN MY THROAT forcing me to make my way from the kitchen to the bathroom, watching as all the food I ate this morning empties out of my stomach.
Tears slip from my eyes and I find myself gagging at the view of the green and chunky shit in front of me.
Fucking hell.
For the past month since Angelo and Justina's wedding I've been feeling sick. And with that I've been hoping that it's just a stomach bug and not anything else since my period wasn't due anytime soon then.
My hands fumble to the pockets of my sweatpants and grab my phone. Everything else being a quick blur, like a transition to the Flo app loading.
At first I'd lost quite a lot of weight during the first 2 weeks of my sickness then I'd gained quite a lot and have found my self craving the weirdest things ever, like peanut butter and pickles on bread.
I hate pickles.
Another round of bile rises from my throat and into the toilet, my hand flopping down onto the ground to place my phone there. "Fuck," I groan wiping my mouth when I've finished.
I flush the toilet and walk up to the sink to wash my hands and brush my teeth, getting rid of any excess vomit on my mouth and the smell it leaves.
When I've finished cleaning myself up I pick up my phone, immediately feeling faint as I stare at the screen. My blood runs cold, my fingers trembling as fear and surprise coats me, inch by inch. Holy. Shit.
3 weeks.... I'm 3 weeks late.
I'm never late.
Never.
Sweat dripples from my forehead and to my face, my eyes twitching as I find myself feeling angry, agitated and confused at the situation.
My stomach churns with a need to throw up again but I swallow it down and hurriedly rush through my phones apps.
My hands immediately fumble with the keyboard and the sound of my message being sent to Justina is echoed around the bathroom.
She immediately calls when she receives the message shouting something I'm not able to catch due to the minor breakage.
"Zamira. What. The. Fuck?!" she exclaims.
"I'm coming over right now- fuck do you have any pregnancy tests I'll go to the pharmacy and get some," she squeals.
"Justina I'm not ready- I don't think-"
"Not ready? You're such a fucking amazing aunt and godmother to Estella. The fuck do you mean?"
"But I understand." she lowers her voice when she realizes that she's screaming. "Please don't talk to Antonio about anything Until it's 100% confirmed with the test. I don't want you or him to have false belief in anything. It may be due to stress I don't know..." the sound of her car starting up is heard from my end.
