Small town gossip is rarely just that. But when your cousin and best friend catches the culprit in the act, you can no longer ignore it. Small towns rarely let you move on, so instead you move away, and to Boston where you can either wallow in your...
Summary: Andy knows you've been keeping something from him.
Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: language, mentions of infertility, fear of miscarriage, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4.8K
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With a sigh off your lips, your hand slides over Andy's that was firmly resting on your belly. Weaving your fingers in his, you try and lift his hand up higher on your body. He was going to know, and find out your secret if he kept his hand there. Andy, still fast asleep, lets your hand hold onto his, placing it on your heart instead.
You couldn't sleep. Not with the constant worry and intrusive thoughts going on through your head. And currently you are fighting off nausea. Trying to ignore your situation, it was becoming harder and harder to deny that you are pregnant. Your boobs had become so sensitive, and Andy barely grazing them either made you wince, or gave you this deep desire to fuck him. There was no in between.
The upset stomach was slowly going from morning sickness to just all day sickness. To the point that making meals was becoming unbearable. And you never remember having cravings quite like you did now. Like if you didn't get that orange dreamsicle right now you would die. God, it sounded amazing. You can taste the popsicle on your tongue. Thinking about food makes your stomach roll, and you need Andy's hand back on your belly.
"No," you whisper. Taking a deep breath to ease the impending sickness that is bubbling up. Eyes watering as you try and fight it. "No," jumping out of the bed, Andy sits up immediately as you run into the bathroom, and hurl your guts out.
If you are pregnant, your baby is being mean to you. Tears fill your eyes, and you try to make the sickness stop. Try to come up with an excuse, and there is nothing. You work with kids, so there could be an explanation. It was just a stomach bug.
"Peaches? Honey, you okay?"
"I'm fine," you swallow sickness as Andy walks into the bathroom, "I really don't need you to see me like this," you complain, and he leans back on the counter. Damn, he looks good. Nothing but boxers on, and his arms cross his chest, and a deep desire to bite his nipples comes over you.
"Honey, I think you should call out sick."
"I'll be fine in the morning, Ands. It's nothing," he clicks his tongue, while you sit on your bottom. Why was he so sexy? Visions of him pressing your face into the mattress while he pounds you from behind enter in your mind. Dreamsicle. Oh it sounds amazing. Even better licking it off his titties.
Andy taps his fingers over the counter while he watches you. "Did you just get sick? Or has this been going on?"
"I've been throwing up all week at work," fucking hell. Andy narrows his eyes at you, but doesn't say a thing. He is fucking hot when he's got an angry face looking at you. He could fuck you from behind while you ate a dreamsicle.
