Trigger warning- emetophobia (talks about throwing up and feeling nausea. Not in a lot of detail).
Having children wasn't originally something I though would happen for me. At the age of 31 I broke up with my cheating boyfriend then at 32 I fell in love with Connor after meeting him at Mollys. At that point I thought I would be to old by the time we both wanted children. Connor and I quickly moved in together, and are now engaged to be married in the next year.
Today I've been suffering from a headache on and off. I have also been super tired and at times nauseous. Thankfully I've had today off work so I've just been sleeping on the couch.
I sit up rubbing my face when I hear the door open then close
"Babe?" I hear Connor call out to me
"In here" I look up and see Connor frown at me. He walks over and places his hand on my forehead
"You ok? You look pale"
"Yeah just not been feeling good today"
"Why don't you head up to bed and I'll bring up some anti sickness meds with something to eat and drink"
"Ok" I get up and leave the living room to go upstairs to mine and Connors bedroom.
After getting changed and into bed Connor brings up some crackers, water and anti sickness meds
"You need you to eat these first then you can take the tablets"
"Thanks" I take the crackers and take a small bite. This goes on till I have finished and take the anti sickness tablets
"Get some rest. Hopefully you'll feel better in the morning"The following morning I don't feel better, in fact for the next week I spend it tired, nauseous and throwing up. I obviously just think it's a bug I've picked up from somewhere. Connor and I are currently in bed, I'm reading a book while he's on his phone. All of a sudden I feel urge to throw up. Dropping my book on the bed next to me, I get up and run to mine and Connors shared bathroom. Just making it. The whole time Connor is holding my hair and rubbing my back
"How are you feeling now?" Connor asks me
"Fine. The nauseas gone now. Im just super tired like I've not slept enough. Think it must be a bug"
"You've been tired and sick all week. You're breasts have grown. Maybe your pregnant" I give Connor a look as if to say 'seriously?'
"I'm not pregnant"
"Are you sure because we haven't been very carful recently"
"Connor I'm not pregnant. I'm due for my period, that explains my boobs being bigger. You know I get nauseous when I'm about to come on"
"For a day yeah but not a week. Babe I think you need to take a test. I really think your pregnant"
"Babe I'm not pregnant"
"Why? We have sex, your not on the pill. And don't tell me your too old to get pregnant, your 33. A lot of woman get pregnant in their 30s now"
"Surely I would know if I'm pregnant"
"Not necessarily. Look why don't we go to bed and sleep. Then tomorrow I'll go and get some tests"
"Fine"
"You want an anti sickness tablet before we go to sleep?" Connor asks me. I shake my head and get back into bed, almost immediately falling asleep.The following day Connor grabs some pregnancy tests for me. I take them to the bathroom, pee on all of them and wait for 5 minutes while sat on the toilet seat and Connor is sat on the edge of the bath. When my phone goes off I look at all of the pregnancy tests... positive
"Well?"
"We're having a baby" I say almost in shock
"Your pregnant?" I nod my head responding to Connor "I'm gonna be a dad?"
"Yeah"
"We're gonna be parents!" Connor yells excitedly. I get up off the toilet smiling as Connor then lifts me up in the air kissing all over my face causing me to giggle "you are going to be an amazing mom"
"And your gonna be wonderful dad. I can't believe we're going to be parents"
"I'm so happy. I love you so much YN"
"I love you too"
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