Benny Watts Imagines

Baby Mama

I woke up again and checked the clock on the bedside table. It's not even nine am yet. I moved Benny's arm off me and had to bolt out of the bedroom, across the dark apartment and into the bathroom, quickly moving to my knees before I hurled into the toilet. God damn it! Every day with this! I don't know how long I sat wrenching on the toilet floor. But I had a moment of respite, leaning my head on the soft toilet roll in the holder on the wall, and I saw the light flick on. I glanced back and saw Benny leaning on the door in his kimono and black boxers.

"Again?" He asks

"Yep" I sighed

"Nine days?"

"Two weeks"

"There is no way in hell that it's still that pizza y/n," he says "It should be well out of your system by now, it's well out of mine," he says crossing his arms over his chest

"You didn't have it as bad"

"True. You're going to the doctor"

"Benny no"

"Don't argue with me I'm calling them now"

"No!"

"Alright. I won't call them, if you get up walk into the kitchen and eat some cheese without being sick"

And the word was enough for me to once again hurl into the toilet

"I'm calling them" he sighed going to the phone and all I could do was lean my head on the toilet seat trying desperately to stop my stomach from killing itself.

I sighed sitting in the vile-smelling waiting room that had a putrid scent in the air of sickness and bleach, people around the room coughing, sneezing and wheezing. I had now been back and forth to the doctor four times for various tests and finally today they called and told us they knew what was wrong and that we needed to come in as soon as possible. "Couldn't they just tell us over the phone" I complained tugging my little white glove up my wrist so less skin contacted the arm of the chair,

"Well it's probably serious," Benny answered beside me with one of his chess books on hand to pass the time "What do you have against doctors anyway? Every time you come here I've had to drag you kicking and screaming" he chuckled "A couple of times literally"

"I don't enjoy being poked and prodded"

"Knowone likes it y/n, but there is something wrong with you else it wouldn't have taken so many tests" he says flicking to the next page

"I think it's a poorly tummy"

"They wouldn't call you in for that y/n it's something serious and you know it"

"Maybe it's food poisoning"

"Maybe"

"What do you think?"

"I have my theory"

"Ohh enlighten me then chess boy?" He didn't answer me simply looked at me I looked back questionably and he glanced at my stomach "I'm not pregnant Benny"

"How do you know?" He chuckled going back to his book

"Because I'm just not I know I'm not"

"How do you know that?"

"Because I'd know if I was pregnant, I'd like to feel it in my womb or something"

"You have your theory I have mine"

"Theory requires evidence"

"Go on then, what's your evidence for a now going on three-week tummy ache?"