Dane Dehaan's Baby

Chapter 10

It was Friday, my birthday and the party is tomorrow. I'm turning 22. Unfortunately, I was feeling awful.

It started with the usual morning sickness, except Dane had to bring me a bucket because I was too nauseous to even get out of bed. I was fine for a while, but then I threw up again, and again. Dane wanted to take the day off, but I insisted I was fine.

He hesitantly left for work, but not before leaving me in bed with everything I could possibly need. Luckily, I didn't have any classes on Fridays. I had another rough moment a little after Dane left, and passed out right after. I woke up to my phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Are you ok? You haven't answered my texts."

"I was napping," I said, starting to wake up, not feeling any better.

"For 4 hours? You're worrying me, I'm coming home."

"No, Dane, I'm fine, and I don't want your boss to be mad."

"Can I just tell her? We're telling everyone tomorrow, and she's been pregnant before, she'll understand."

"Fine, ok-" I threw the phone down, as I started throwing up.

I heard a mumbled "I'm coming home," from the phone buried in the sheets.

When I was done, I grabbed my phone to see that Dane had texted me that he was on his way.

I hated this, I was stressing him out and he was leaving work, it's probably just a little stomach bug or normal pregnancy stuff.

I felt good enough momentarily to clean up my mess, but after a few minutes I needed to lay back down.

I heard the door open and close, and I could tell he was rushing down the hall.

"I'm fine," I said fake smiling as he came toward me.

"Stop lying," he was worried. "Y/N, I'm serious. If you're not ok, you need to tell me. I want to help you. How many more times have you thrown up?" He asked, walking to the bathroom.

"I don't know," I don't like when he's stressed, I started crying, "a few more times, I'm sorry."

He came back with 2 cold washcloths, one for my forehead and one for the back of my neck.

"Hey, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," he whispered, placing the wash cloths on me. "I just worry, I get nervous enough when you're sick, but now that you're pregnant it scares me even more. I know it's hard but you can be vulnerable, I just want to help you."

I nodded.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"No."

"Please try eating some of the crackers and drink more fluids. I still technically have to work from home so I'll be in the living room. Please, please tell me if you need anything." He kissed my forehead as he got up, I just nodded. "You know I'm not mad at you, right?"

"Yeah, I just hate this," I said slowly sitting up.

"I know, but it'll be worth it," he smiled at me, helping me sit up.

Dane came in every 30 minutes for the rest of the afternoon to check on me. I was actually starting to feel better, and hadn't thrown up the rest of the day. Eventually, I was able to keep down what he made for dinner.

"How are you feeling? Think we're still on for tomorrow?"

"Yeah I feel fine now, just the regular achy, I'm just nervous about telling them."

"Why?"

"I don't know. They weren't very happy with our relationship at first, how will they feel about us, not married, I haven't finished school, and only 22 and 24 having a baby."

"They'll respect our decision, and be happy for us, it's our choice."

After we ate, we decided to go to bed early, as the day was exhausting and stressful. I laid down as Dane finished getting ready for bed, and closed my eyes. I felt his side sink in and hands pull me towards the familiar warm body. I fell asleep with my head on his chest, and his hand on my stomach.