I woke up looked at the clock
(4:38 a.m)
I turned over and noticed Deshawn still sleeping. I released myself from his arms and walked throughout the house. The house was very quiet. I decided to make breakfast.
"Chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and bacon?" Deshawn said.
"Ugh, I was going to surprise you" I said, "but never mind."
"I'll lay back down." He said.
I laughed but that was soon ended. I ran into the bathroom and
Bleeaaaaahhhhhhhhh
Nooo noo noo! I thought to myself. This cannot be happening. Deshawn ran into the bathroom. "What's the matter,Krystal?" Deshawn asked. "I don't know. This is the first time this has happened." I responded.
"Are you - you know- pregnant?" He asked with a smile.
I shot him a mean mug. "Ummm, no. I shouldn't be."
"What if you are?" He asked curiously.
"I know you've been waiting a child forever baby. But remember we have a wedding to plan and let alone.. There's school and work. That's going to be a lot of stress. I cannot deal with all that." I explained. "
I stared at Deshawn. He was disappointed. I could tell by his facial expression. "I'm ready. I can take care of you. I've been taking care of you for this long. We've been together for going on 3 years. And you telling me I cannot have somebody to take on my last name?" He snapped.
"Deshawn could we not-" I started. Before I could finish I threw up once again.
He walked towards me and picked me up. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Taking you to the hospital!" He said. "We don't need to go there. I'll be just fine."
He sat me inside the car and said "DO NOT GO ANYWHERE." I sat in the car and waited on him to return. He came back with a trash can.
"What's with the trash can?" I asked.
"Well you're not going to throw up in my car. The fuck?" He said. "Unless you plan on cleaning it."
"Gimme kiss." I said. He looked at me. "Helllllll Nawwwww! You been throwing up. I'll give you some gum though." He said with a laugh.
I started crying. "Krystal Chyanne Omar. You seriously think I'm going to fall for this?" I said.
"You gone give me a kiss." I said leaning over grabbing his face. "Uh oh!" I shouted.
"Get the trash can!" He shouted.
I grabbed the trash can and threw up some more. We was almost at the hospital. I seriously didn't want to be there. They handed me the clipboard and paperwork. I huffed. I flipped through the papers. "Seriously?" I shouted. "All of this just for a visit."
"I'll fill it out for you." Deshawn insisted. He gave me a kiss and took the board. I leaned on his arm and fell asleep. When I woke I was in the room lying on the chair.
"You're finally up." The doctor said. "Hi, my name is Lola."
"My name is Krystal."
"So what seems to be the problem?" Dr Lola asked.
"I woke up with morning sickness." I said.
"Are you pregnant?" She asked.
"No. Not that I know of." I said
"Well we are going to run some test and we'll hook you up to a machine. Be back in ten." She said.
I looked at Deshawn, who was cheesing so hard. I punched him in the arm.
