Imperfections

Stress Chapter 20

1 Month later.

Becky's P.O.V

As I grabbed the bucket from the cupboard, I felt my food coming up.

I walked to the bathroom, and puked in the bucket. A burning sensation was in my throat.

I felt someone's hand rubbing my back. I coughed before tipping the puke into the toilet. I flushed it down before using some mouthwash.

"Thanks" I said to Joe.

"No problem." He said back.

This was the first time I puked.

"That was not nice" I said coughing.

"It didn't look nice.." Joe said.

"My belly is not big yet.." I said.

"Obviously"

Looked Just the same, which was good.

I walked out to the kitchen to find pancake ingredients.

"IM HELPING!!" I squealed.

We put in all the ingredients, talking about random stuff. When it got to the flower, Joe tripped over and spilling some on my PJ's.

"Oh it's on." I said. I grabbed a handful of flour and chucked it at Joe.

We kept on throwing flour at each other until the bag was finished.

My whole body was white,and Joe looked like a sheep.

"You look like a sheep" I laughed.

"Baaahh"

"Well thank you" Joe said smirking.

"We don't have breakfast now!" I growled playfully.

"We need to clean up.." Joe said.

Tanya walked in with something in her hand.

"LOOK!!!" She screamed.

"OMG YOUR PREGNANT!!!!" I said squeezing her.

"THATS GREAT NEWS!!!!" Joe said laughing.

Tanya and I started to giggle as he started dancing like an idiot. We started joining in, being silly.

"Tan mind helping us clean up?" I asked blushing.

"What happened here!?" She asked.

"We had a flour fight if you hadn't noticed."

"Baaahhh"

"Shut up you dick" I said to Joe.

"Shut up you bitch" Joe said.

"No" I smirked.

"No, No, No" I said still smirking. I started cleaning up the flour,making the kitchen look black again.

-•.•-

"Well that was fun" I said sarcastically.

"I know!" Joe squealed. I hopped on joes back as he started to give me a piggy back ride.

"WHOOO-HOOOO!!!" I shouted.

I suddenly heard my phone ring. I hopped off Joe and answered it.

"Hello Becky speaking?"

"Darling... DARLING" My mum screamed through the phone.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Your d-dad ha-as g-g-got C-cancer.." She sniffled.