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Blues and Sickness

2 Weeks Later

I haven't had this type of action from Jake in like forever. When we were in college fucking was a number one priority in our relationship. Maybe that's what he wants back out of me. He always told me I should be his Lady in the street and Freak in the sheets.

Jake was back on the road with the Rockets and I was at home sick. I'm glad this was my off day. I couldn't go that courtroom sneezing all over anyone. I wish my two bundles of joys were here with me but my mom told me that since its Thanksgiving week she wanted to be with her grandchildren. They have the week off so I didn't mind. I'm happy that Jake will be home for thanksgiving though. He's supposed to be back tonight around 6 p.m. They played the Sacramento Kings. (That's an easy win). "Ouch" I said while shifting myself in the bed. My stomach began to run in circles. I tried to to run to the bathroom but I threw up right there on the floor. "Aww, is my baby sick?" I turned quickly and saw Jake standing there. I wanted to say something to him but I end up throwing up again. Jake ran towards me, picked me up , and took me to the bathroom. He sat me near the toilet in case I needed to throw up.
He ran me some bathwater while he changed out of his flight clothes into some comfortable clothes. He started to clean up the vomit that was all over the tile floor in our bedroom. I felt the need to throw up again so I did. "Jake." My stomach was not on best terms with me. "Hold on Kenz I'm almost done cleaning up this mess." I tried to pull myself up but I only ended up back over the toilet throwing up. Tears came out of my eyes as I was finishing up my vomiting session. I soon felt my hair being tied up into a high bun. "Kenz how long have you been like this?" "Since Saturday." "I left last Thursday why didn't you tell or call me?" "I wanted you to focus on your game." He picked me up and sat me on the counter where our sink was. Jake started to strip me out of my clothes so I can get in the tub. As he sat me in the tub he told me. " Stay right there and don't move." "Why what if I have to throw up again?" "You won't trust me. I have to go to the store and pick you up some medicine." "OK." He flashed his beautiful smile and left.

All of a sudden I felt sick and sad. I don't know why I'm crying. I already went through my postpartum depression stage 2 months ago. I guess guilt is coming over me. I got out of the tub dried of and reached in the medicine cabinet. I pulled out pregnancy test. "Dear God please no." I started the test then waited 5 minutes. Jake would be happy if I had another one but were just getting our relationship back on track . 5 minutes is up. I checked the test and. Yep I'm most definitely pregnant.