A Piece of Me

38

Elizabeth's pov

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jake asked as I curled up in a ball on the couch.

"Cramps," I said, holding my stomach.

"Do they usually last a week? I thought they were a one day type of deal," He said, leaning over to study my face.

Jake and I have stayed together for the past week or so since we initially wanted to hang out together.

It was easier this way, that was for sure. Neither of us were lonely, and we were far from seperating.

The longest time we've spent apart is when we've used the bathroom or showered. It sounds ridiculous, but we just have a whole lot of fun together.

Yeah, the house may be a little bit messy but it looks no different than what it usually looks like with all of the boys home.

"They're supposed to be, like, a day or two before periods start," I explained, ignoring the fact that this was a very awkward conversation to be having, under any other circumstance.

"Shit, she's gonna blow!" Jake screamed, grabbing his hair with his hands.

"Not funny!" I scrunched my face as another wave of stomach pains hit me, "They're about over, I think. Mine have been going on for quite a while, I think,"

"How long?" He asked, slouching into the couch.

"Like almost a week at this point, since the boys left," I guessed, "But I've been pretty beat up lately, so it could be a multitude of things,"

"You only got a grade one concussion," Jake reminded, "So you're fine, basically. Nothing from that should count. The only thing that comes to mind is your excessive drinking and other activities," He hinted, and it took me a moment to realize what he was referring to.

I groaned out, covering my face with my hands and he shrugged, "It is important to monitor your sex habits Liz. You don't want to end up pregnant-"

The thought hit me like an ice wall. My hands fell from my face, and I looked at Jake, "I can't be, right?"

"Cramps, puking, napping like crazy," Jake listed, "I could be wrong, but I think those are early signs of pregnancy,"

"Jake, can we not manifest that I have a thing growing inside of me?" I said, motioning to my body, "I don't even feel pregnant,"

"Do you even know what being pregnant feels like?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow at my blank expression, "Exactly. Why don't I run to the store and grab a pregnancy test box? I'll take one too, just to make you feel better,"

I let my lip fall into a pout, studying his expression for any kind of jokes. This was a very serious situation, and I would want nothing to do with Jake's lighthearted personality now.

But I only saw sincerity, and a little bit of sympathy.

I reached out, resting my hand on his, "Yeah. Thanks Jake. But please don't take long,"

He instantly jumped up, leaning over to hug my head, "I won't. I'll just go down the street, I'll be back in about two minutes,"

I watched as he ran out of the room, and the alarm to signal that he went out the front door rang throughout the house.

I didn't think I could be pregnant. Colby and I used protection, but what good is a condom at the end of the day?

It was an odd thought, and I pushed myself off the couch, shuffling over to the mirror behind their built-in bar.

Hesitantly, I lifted my shirt up, able to stair at my exposed stomach from multiple different angles.

It wasn't any bigger than I would think that mine should be. It looked normal, for the most part.

"This is fucking crazy," I said, resting my hand on it as I studied it more.

If there was a fetus in there, it was most definitely an accident. But the thought of me even being pregnant baffled me.

The puking was from my concussion, my cramps were from my period. The doctor advised that I rested as much as possible, and my body got used to it. That's all, right? There's a reason for everything.

But some things have multiple meanings. Instead of the excuses my brain was making for myself, Jake was giving me answers.

Which is why I instantly went to meet him at the door whenever he came bursting back through with only a box, no bag.

"Alright, let's do this," He announced, "Twenty-four peepee room?" Jake walked off towards it, turning on the light and handing me the box.

"You do your thing, I'll be here," He reassured me as I shook my head.

"You go first," I pointed at him, grabbing the box and opening it.

Inside were about five tests, all covered in a light pink individual package. I pulled one out and handed it to Jake.

"Okay, and then you'll go?" Jake checked with me. I nodded, and he smiled, going into the bathroom.

Unwillingly, I heard and waited as he did his business. Without washing his hands, he opened the door again.

"Ew, men are so gross," I complained, trading places with him.

"You got this, princess," He smirked, waving at me as I shut the bathroom door.

I pulled one of the tests out, and did my business on the test.

I put hte cap back on, setting it face down on the counter before washing my hands.

"Shit," I sighed, opening the door again, "Set the timer for two minutes,"

"Already done," He smiled, clapping, "If you're pregnant then can I be the uncle?"

"If I'm pregnant you can be the godfather," I said, resting my hand on my stomach as I sat on the toilet lid.

"But I'm not Jesus," He said with his eyebrows lowered.

"No, obviously. It means that if something happens to me then you get the baby," I smiled, rolling my eyes at his confusion.

"Oh," He said, waiting a couple of seconds for it to sink in, "Sick,"

We fell into silence, and all I could do was pick at my nails as the timer continued to tick.

It was the longest two minutes of my life, I swear on my life.

As soon as Jake's phone went off, he darted for his own test, "Holy shit!" He gasped, "I'm pregnant!"

"Really? Let me see," I leaned forward, seeing the singular line on his test, "No, you dipstick. You aren't pregnant. I don't know why I checked cause that's literally impossible,"

"Oh, that's disappointing. Anyway, let's see your test," He said, handing it to me face down.

"Fuck. Okay," I sighed, flipping it over quickly and counting the lines.

Two. Very solid. Pink lines.