We had just gotten home from my parents Thanksgiving party. He's been quiet since dessert. Why? I'm pondering to myself going in to change.
"Hey, babe?" I call to him.
"Hmm?" He responds absently
"Are you alright? You seem.. out of it."
"Oh, uh.. yeah. I'm okay, just a lot of food you know. Kind of sluggish."
Why is he lying to me?
"Mikey if you have something on your mi-"
"I'M AFRAID OF THAT BABY OKAY"
"You're what? You're afraid of.. oh Michael.."
"I don't want a baby." He looks wide-eyed at the ground.
I sit on his lap and hold his face, he looks up at me.
"Hey, I was kidding earlier. I don't know if I'll get pregnant. It's one time. And plus, there's always plan B.."
"But Kage, I know you want a baby. I KNOW that. You've wanted one since we were 19."
"Mike, it's fine. Well, yeah. I want a baby.. to feel the bond of motherhood, and I do have names picked out... BUT ANYWAY that doesn't matter. I doubt I'm even pregnant." I give him a little smile. Come on.. let's get ready for bed.
He was relieved by the change of subject. I got up off his lap and walked into the bathroom. He locked the front door and followed. I began to wash my face and I remembered what happened a couple days ago. I look around and locked the bathroom door. That asshole won't scare me this time. I smile. I win. I had just dried my face off with a towel and opened the door when I was greeted by an irritated Michael.
"You locked me out. I was gonna scare you!" He scooped me over his shoulder.
"Ugh that's the point. Aaahh please put me down. MIKEY PLEASE PUT ME DOWN."
"Fine damn." He lays me down on the bed leaning over me. He leans down and kisses me before flopping on his side next to me.
"Families are unnatural."
I yawn "Yeah.." I mumble before drifting off to sleep.
~two weeks later~
I don't feel good. Ugh am I getting the flu? I think to myself. I had to stay home from work today. I never get sick. What the fu- oh Christ.. no.. no no no no no this can't be it.
"Shit." Suddenly my heart plummets to my stomach. I shoot off the couch and grab my keys. I'm out to my car in less than 2 minutes.
No no no no no no.. I'm slightly speeding as I pull into a drug store parking lot. I go in and grab a water bottle and three pregnancy tests. Shit shit shit shit.. I go up to the cashier and the mid-40 year old gives me a dirty look. Well at least I'm getting some you old bag.
I race home, chugging the water. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.. I get to our apartment and nearly bust open the door. Throwing my keys on the table I get to the bathroom. Please God.. I wasn't sure if that was a prayer for a positive or a negative.
It's been forty seconds.. I keep thinking as I wait for the test result. I pick it up. Negative. "Hm." I grab the next one.
"Positive. FUCK.." As I grab the third one I get the tingling feeling in my molars and my mouth begins to water.
"Oh god." I barely manage before my head is plunged into the toilet as I throw up the entire contents of the water bottle.
I get myself together enough to test a third time.
"Oh my god."
