Hating How Much I Love You

Chapter 4

Something was really wrong.

For the past three mornings I had been hunched over the toilet bowl, throwing my guts up. I hadn't been to work in days with fear that I would get everyone sick or worse vomit whilst doing rounds. 

Food poisoning was what I had it nailed down to be. Never again was I eating from The Wok King, my favorite Chinese restaurant. I called the hospital and said I wouldn't be in today before heading to the small medical practice on Columbus avenue. I sat in the waiting area for an whole hour before they finally called my name.  

"Oh hey Nurse Matthews, how are you today" Doctor Windle my doctor of sixteen years asks. 

"I think I have food poisoning."

"Ah well this way we get it all sorted out" I follow her into the exam room and sit up on the bed. After doing a few tests she tells me to go wait out in the waiting room while she gets her results.

It was over an hour and a half later and I was half way through an article in one of the celebrity magazines when my name was called. I make my way back through to the exam room. 

I sit down and Dr. Windle comes into the room with a smile on her face. 

"We'll it's not food poising, which is good!" I wait for her to go on. 

"Love, congratulations you're pregnant!" She smiles. I freeze.  

"Wait..what?" I say my mouth unusually dry. This could not be happening, could it?

"You're six weeks pregnant." she responds. Yep it's happening. Shit!

"Oh shit." The smile washes off her face as I begin to cry. 

"It's okay honey, you're going to be fine." she rubs my shoulder as my soft crying turns into sobbing. 

"I'm sorry I shouldn't be crying"

"It's okay Love, you're hormone levels are elevated. It natural for you to get emotional, honey" she gives me a smile and then give me some quick advice and some prenatal vitamins. I stuff them in my hand bag and then head out to the lobby and call a taxi.

I'm in bed crying and eating ice cream and watching Marley and Me (Yes my life is pathetic) when the door bell rings. I groan as I hear the key in the lock and then the door swing open. I so do not want company at the moment. 

"Love? You home?" Mitch calls out. 

"No!" I reply loudly. 

He walks into the bedroom and his facial expression immediately turns to one of pity. He comes over and sits down on the bed.  

"What's wrong, sis?" he asks "Who's the guy?  Want me to beat him up?"  

I laugh and then burst into tears. He moves over to me and hugs me tightly. I sob into his chest and he grips me tightly in one of his bear hugs. We stay like that for what seems like hours. Until finally he asks:

"What's wrong, Love?"

"I......can't.......tell you!" I sob. He seems to contemplate this before accepting it and hugging me closely and kissing my forehead before releasing me. 

"Do you want me to call Becca for you?" He asks. 

"No I just need to be alone for a while, but thank you Mitty!" I kiss his cheek and he smiles at his old nickname. 

"Okay, Honey. I have to go but you call me day or night if you need to talk okay." He stands up and gives me a final look before walking out of my apartment.

***

It's two days later and once again I'm throwing up in the toilet, this time it's at the hospital and I'm supposed to be on round changing IV's. I feel like crap and the once again visions of my future are flashing through my head. Changing bed pans for the rest of my life and nappies when I go home. My dreams of being a cardio vascular surgeon go out the window due to the money I'm saving for college being used to buy baby clothes and nappies.  

Half an hour later the nausea is at a containable level and I pick myself up off the floor and straighten out my pink scrubs. I flush the toilet and wash my hands and make sure I look at least a bit presentable before exiting the rest room.  

I finish my rounds and head back to the on call room where I settle down for a nap.  

I'm awoken at 3 am by a fellow nurse who tells me I'm good to go home now. I thank her and leave the room. I head out front prepared to catch a taxi home when I see Jace leaning up against his black SUV.  

"Hey need a ride?" He grins and I find myself smiling back at him. 

"Sure" I climb into the passenger seat and he moves around to the driver's side. It takes us ten minutes to get to his apartment. I yawn loudly and I release just how tired I am.  

"I just want company tonight Jace. I'm not in the mood for sex" he nods and for the first time ever we head to bedroom and collapse onto the bed without the intentions of sex. 

"Hold me" I whisper. He pulls me close and wraps his arm around my waist. I fall asleep to the feeling of his breathe against my neck.

I wake from the best night sleep of my life to the sound of keys jiggling in a lock. I open my eyes and see that Jace is still asleep and quickly nudged him awake.  

"Jace, there is someone at your door," I whispered. "Who has a key?" 

Jace blinks and shakes his head. I smile because sleepy Jace is so damn adorable. My focus quickly comes back to me when I hear the front door open and footsteps entering the apartment. I give Jace a little slap on the face and he comes too. 

"Ah no one. The only person who has a key is you and......." He pauses and then his eyes widen in panic. "Awh shit!" 

"Yeah 'awh shit' is about right. Now want to explain to me why your in bed with my twin sister?" I look over my shoulder and gasp. My brother Deacon, Jace's best friend is standing in the door way. The fury in his eyes showing just how angry he is.

"Oh shit" I whisper and bury my face in the covers hoping they would swallow me up.

Authors Note

So... Deacon is back! What do you guys think?

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