Forever Yours - Jamie Campbell Bower lovestory

Test - Chapter 42

"Just take the damn test,"

"Don't need to,"

"Stop being so stubborn. Why won't you take it?"

"Because I feel fine now so there's no point. It was probably just food poisoning,"

"Okay, I'll put it in the bathroom for future," She smiles and I scoff, shaking my head as she walks out of the lounge room area.

"Alright, well my shift starts in half an hour so I'm going to go. Hope you feel better soon chick," She smiles and comes over, giving me a hug before she sees her self out.

"Early night for me, I think," I mumble to myself as I turn all of the lights off and wander into the bedroom and collapse onto the bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

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About 10 days had passed before the sickness started to go away. That was a week ago and I had been feeling awfully tired since then and my days had been getting shorter and shorter.

But at least the sickness was gone.

I'd spoken to Jamie twice or three times since then but he'd been getting busier and busier which just made things harder. The last time I spoke to him he had been awake for 26 hours straight. I have no idea how he does it as he said that was the third time that, that had happened and wasn't going to be the last.

Being awoken from your peaceful sleep at 2am in the morning by sharp pains in your stomach isn't the best way to be woken up, let me tell you.

"Seriously?" I grumble, walking to the bathroom to sit by the toilet once again.

I reach into the cupboard to find the box of tablets but my hand falls on the pregnancy test first.

"Oh hell with it, might as well,"

I take the test after throwing up once more and then go back to bed.

"I'll check you in the decent hours of the morning," I mutter, placing the stick on the bench.

After finally falling back to sleep I wake up not feeling that bad. Julia left about 1000 messages on my phone asking how I was and Jamie had sent a fair share through too.

"Shit, the test," I mumble, stumbling into the bathroom as fast as I can.

I can't look. Now I've taken it I'm scared as to what it could say.

I go to get my phone to call Julia.

"Hello?"

"So, I took the test,"

"Good morning to you too,"

"Jules please,"

"What does it say?"

"I haven't checked,"

"Well, go check,"

"I don't want to,"

"I'm at work, I can't talk or come over, I'm sorry. Text me though,"

"Okay,"

I walk into the bathroom and my hands start shaking involuntarily.

I pick the stick up and close my eyes, not wanting to see the result.

When I open them, it's definitely not what I wanted to see.