Chapter 51

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by lovesoprano

-1 month later-

I woke up with a terrible feeling in my stomach. My stomach ached, and I didn't know why. I assumed it would just go away, but then it got worse. When I got up, I felt terrible. Almost sick. I felt like I would pass out at any second. Then, it all came up.

I ran to the bathroom and puked my guts out.

"Spencer? What's going on?" Toby asked from the bedroom.

I didn't answer. I just kept vomiting.

When I was finished, I crawled back into bed and tried to get some sleep again.
Toby insisted that I stay in bed all day. I knew I wasn't sick, but I didn't want to face the truth.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you?" Toby asked me.

"I'm sure. I don't want you to miss work because of me. I'll be fine." I assured him.

"Alright. Call me if you need anything. I love you."

"I love you more." I say. Toby kissed my cheek and left.

When Toby left for work, I immediately called Aria.

"Hey, what's up?" Her perky voice said on the other line.

"Hey..." I said, in my rather glum voice, "could you do me a gigantic favor?"

"Sure!" Aria exclaimed, "What is it?"

I was silent for a while. I didn't want to say it out loud, but I had to.

"Could you... Pick up a pregnancy test?"

-:-

When Aria returned, she had a giant bag full of things for me.

"What is all this?" I ask, "I only needed the test."

"Yeah, but I thought about things you could need if you are.. You know.."

I searched through the bag.

Bottles, diapers, stuffed animals, self-help books. I didn't find the test until I reached the very bottom of the bag.

"I'll be back in two minutes." I tell Aria.

Those two minutes were the longest two minutes of my entire life. What if I really am pregnant? What if there is an actual life inside me? I would no longer be helping myself, I'd be doing everything in my power to make sure that the baby is healthy. Overall, I would be happy if I was pregnant. I've always dreamed about having a kid, especially with Toby.

Toby. What would he think? Would he be happy? Or would he be angry? No, Toby's not like that. He loves kids, and he knows how to take care of them. He'd be happy, right? Or would he be upset with me?

I looked down, ready to face my fate.

The test was negative.