Pregnant By The Playboy

27 RIVER

I woke up to a strange feeling - a wave of nausea greeted me in the morning.

"Did I eat something wrong?". I asked myself.

Then the realization hit me. This could be morning sickness after all.

As I lay in bed, my stomach churned and roiled, making even the thought of getting up feel like a monumental task. I didn't want to move.

Ugh, I remember feeling great about not having morning sickness. Why now?

I knew I had to get up. I slowly sat up, taking a deep breath to try and calm my queasy stomach. It didn't work, of course. I felt weak and exhausted, like I'd already run a marathon before even getting out of bed.

I dragged myself to the bathroom, feeling like I was at the mercy of my own body. I leaned over the toilet, my stomach emptying it's contents.

The sour taste of bile filled my mouth. I groaned in frustration.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally managed to crawl out of the bathroom. I felt like all strength had been drained from my body. I collapsed on my bed breathlessly.

I stretched my hand to reach the glass of water on the nightstand. I took a sip. I buried myself under the covers, trying to recover from the vomiting.

I found myself falling asleep again. I was dealing with the drowsiness and now morning sickness. How long would I have to endure this for?.

I slept in for another hour, then I finally got out of bed. I desperately needed to eat something. I quickly freshened up and headed downstairs to find Patricia.

She was in the kitchen as expected. She had her head down, engrossed in the vegetables she was chopping.

"Good morning Patricia". I said to her. She lifted her head and looked at me with a smile

"Good morning bonita. You look exhausted. Must be the morning sickness". She said to me.

I nodded slowly as I took a seat at the dinning table. Patricia brought me a glass of warm milk. "Here. Have something to warm your stomach". She said to me.

I smiled at her. "Thanks Patricia".

I took a sip of the milk. Before it could even pass my throat, I started retching. I quickly ran upstairs and into the bathroom. I started vomiting again.

I barely even got to taste the milk. I guess I can't have milk anymore from now on. I kept vomiting for what felt like hours. When I think it's over, and try to leave, I'd start retching again.

I took a seat next to the toilet, feeling exhausted. The vomiting finally stopped. I have to attend classes today. I took a deep breath and tried to get up. Then I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Can I come in?".

It was Ilay. I wondered what he needed. Perhaps he wanted me to pay for his ice-cream I ate last night. I shut my eyes tightly.

"Yes. Y- You can". I replied, breathless.

He came in to me still crouched down on the floor. He rolled his eyes, and swiftly picked me up from the floor.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!". I yelled.

"Relax. I'm only taking you out of the bathroom. There's a lot of germs in there. You sitting next to the toilet isn't very sanitary". He said as he carried me out of the bathroom.

I stopped protesting, and just looked up at him. He seemed different from last night - no longer the cold Ilay I knew.

He placed me on the bed and handed me a glass.

"This is lime water. Patricia said it'd help you feel better". He said.

I nodded and took the glass from him with a smile. "Thanks". I said.

"Don't get any ideas. My father forced me to do this". He said.

I nodded. "I know. I'm just expressing my gratitude". I told him.

Guess I was wrong about him changing. He'd always be cold to me. I just wonder what I ever did wrong.

"Um....you have classes this morning right? You get ready quickly. I'll....drop you off at college". He said before leaving the room without waiting for my reply.

I placed the glass on the nightstand and quickly got ready.

Mr Stone had completely changed my wardrobe, so I didn't have to worry about what to wear.

I quickly threw on a white sundress, a denim jacket and sandals. Then I grabbed my backpack and lunch and rushed out the door. Ilay was already waiting in the car.

I stopped walking and stared at him for a few seconds. He was a jerk, but a very handsome jerk. His face might make it easier for me to tolerate him while I stay here.

I brushed off my thoughts and quickly got in the car. He scolded me for making him wait, then he drove off.

Pls vote, share and comment. What do u guys think about Ilay. Would he eventually soften up towards River? Or would River be the first to fall for him?

Love y'all from the heart of my bottom ♡