Teach Me How To Love

26~

Moving into my mothers house wasn't stressful, or difficult. Actually, I was excited and we got everything moved in within a week.

The house has four bedrooms, but we turned one of the extras into a play room for Madi and are still deciding about the second extra bedroom.

Madi was especially excited about the front yard space so she could play with Peanut Butter. She loved that little kitty.

Caleb had put together my old swing set that my parents- surprisingly- didn't sell.

I quit my job at the animal shelter and applied at a few places around the new home, so now we're surviving on Caleb's paychecks. Apparently college professors make good money.

Everything seemed to be going great; Except I was still throwing up.

I finished emptying the contents of my breakfast and leaned against the tub in the bathroom.

"Still sick?" Caleb asked, for the fifteenth time this week. It was really starting to get annoying. He was constantly trying to take me to the doctors.

He even called Rena and had her tell me to go to the doctors.

Sneaky son of a gun.

"I'm fine." I said, getting up to brush my teeth.

He rolled his eyes.

"I'm starting the car. We're taking you to the hospital and you're not going to argue." Caleb left the bathroom without giving me a chance to say no.

I groaned and slipped on my boots. Caleb had already gotten Madi ready and put her in the car.

I threw on a hoodie and trudged out of the house grumpily.

"I'm not sick." I stated, crossing my arms and sitting in the passenger seat. He rolled his eyes again and pulled out of the driveway.

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"Well, you're definitely not sick." The doctor said, looking at the clipboard.

"Ha! Told you." I stuck my tongue out at Caleb and he mocked my actions. The doctor chuckled and looked back at the clipboard for a second.

"Ms. Taylor." He smiled at me. "You're eight weeks pregnant."

I stared at the doctor. The room had become dead silent.

Until Madi squealed and started clapping.

"I'm gonna be a sissy!" She yelled excitedly. I was frozen. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move.

I'm pregnant.

There's a baby inside me.

And it's been there for two months.

"Bella?" Caleb asked urgently.

I don't feel so good.

"Ms. Taylor, are you alright?"

I shook my head, or at least I thought I did before I felt myself falling and everything went black.