bury you by my side| dream x oc

21

CW:throwing up

A few weeks had passed since Clay and I got into that fight. Everything had been so great since then. George, Nick, and I also have gotten a lot closer than we used to be. At this point the 4 of us are inseparable.

This morning was just like any other morning in this house. Clay and I slept in his bed, we both woke up around the same time, as usual.

Laying in his arms, I could sense that he was staring at me, I tilt my head up, "what?" I say, a little snappy. "You're just so beautiful" he says with a smile. Before I could say anything in response, my stomach turned into a knot, feeling nauseous, I jumped up out of Clay's bed and ran to his bathroom.

I could barely make it all the way into the bathroom before I started throwing up, everywhere. I threw up so much that I physically couldn't puke anything else up, it was just dry heaving after a while. Finally, the nausea eased up. I flush the toilet and wipe my mouth. Turning around to lean against his counter. I glance up and realize Clay was standing there, horrified.

"Is that how you feel about me?" He says with a chuckle. I let out a deep breath, "no, i just got really nauseous for some reason", Clay sticks his lip out forming a pout. "I'm sorry baby, any idea what it could be?" He asks in a soft, concerned tone. I shrug and look back at him, "maybe a bug?" I say before turning my head back down at the mess I made on the floor.

A few moments passed before either of us said anything else. The silence got me thinking. I'm late for my period. Fuck. I shoot my eyes back to Clay's face, met with a similar look of concern. Except this time, he looked almost scared. "Eva?" He says lifting a brow. "What Clay?" I say quietly hoping he isn't thinking exactly what I'm thinking. "You're on birth control, right?" He asks. I shoot him a look, without any words he immediately knew the answer.

"Fuck" Clay says slapping a hand over his face. "Clay I can't take birth control while taking my antidepressant, something about it won't work properly" I say trying to not seem irresponsible. Both of us panicking, thoughts running throughout both our heads. We are too young for this. Clay begins pacing back and forth from each side of the bathroom. "Well, we don't know for sure Clay" I say. "What do you mean?" He responds. "I mean, I haven't even taken a test, it could just be like, stress, or something" I say shrugging.

His face loosening with relief, he nods his head. "I'll go to the store and pick up a pregnancy test and I'll come back and you can take it, and we'll find out together" he says before running into his room to put shoes on. Shortly after, he comes back into the bathroom, he grabs me, pulling in for a hug. He kisses my forehead softly, pulling away to look into my eyes, "I'll be right back baby."