What could go wrong?

Chapter 9

*Josie*

(Month and half later)

My eyes flew open. Running to the washroom, I threw-up. My body started shaking. This has been happening for a week now. God, kill me now.

"Josie? Honey? Are you okay?"

I answered it by spitting up again. Mom opened the door. She screamed when she saw me. Mom ran downstairs. Dramatic much? I brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into one long braid down my back.

"Hey there Ina," Lance said, quietly.

Matt, Andrew, and Lance have been treating me like a doll. Scaried that they'll break me but who won't? I'll be cooking and I would throw-up all over the counter. Mom has been acting like I have a disease. To make manners worse, I found I had a extra pound! Seriously!

Lance cleared his thoart. I smiled and walked out of the washroom. He followed me down the stairs. I sat down and made my breakfast plate. They watched as I downed two plates.

"What? Flies in your mouths?"

Lance chuckled and started to eat. Everyone relaxed.

"What is everyone doing today?" Dad asked.

"What day is it today," Andrew asked.

"Saturday, February twelve why?"

"I get Becca today."

Dad and Mom shared a look. They didn't like that Becca was Andrew's son because he is so young but they grew to love her and they love his girlfriend. Pssst! It's not Clara. She decided to go back to school and after Andrew fought for custody, they share custody now so she can go to the college on some days. They agreed to see another people. Like Beverly Hill. She loves Becca and Becca calls her mom sometimes. Clara seems to be okay about it.

"Ow!"

I rubbed my arm where Matt pinched me. He gave me a sheepish smile. I punched him. Dad gave us a warning look. Matt rolled his eyes and I turned away. Making sure Dad wasn't looking, I stuck out my tongue at Matt. He rolled his eyes, again.

"Getting in shape for football," Matt answered.

"Didn't you just finish hockey?" I asked.

"Yeah so?"

"Never mind," I huffed.

"And you Lance?"

"Going to pack up to go pack to Harvard."

Mom beamed. Matt looked away. Andrew shook his head. Rolling my eyes, Mom glared at me. Then her eyes softened.

"How are you feeling, Joey?"

"Fine," I replied. "Going to Amy's house."

Dad nodded and we ate in an awkward silence. Soon I was knocking on Amy's front door. She opened it and hugged me.

"Are you okay," she asked.

"Fine."

We ran to her bedroom. Lexie was there, sitting at the computer chair. We started talking when it hit me again. I made a beeline towards the washroom. Wiping my mouth, I swallowed four tic tacs. I walked in the room to see Amy paling.

"What's wrong Amy bee?"

"My cousin is pregnant," Amy said.

Lexie and I shared a look. Amy didn't notice.

"The puking, the eating, the uncomfortable sleeping it all makes since now."

Amy's eyes shot to mine. "Jo beau, your pregnant."

My smile froze on my face. Jo beau, your pregnant.

"No. No. No. No no no no no!"

Lexie's face went white. She looked at me.

"You have been gaining weight and feeling tired," she said slowly.

"No!" I yelled.

Lexie stood up. "When you went to your lover's house, where you drunk?"

I nodded slowly. "So was he and we never....."

Then it hit me. The room spun around me. Amy turned to Lexie.

"Lex dex," Amy swallowed, nervously. "Go get a test."

Lexie nodded and ran out. I raced to the stairs.

"Get ten!"

She nodded and left.

-----------later------

I had peed on all the sticks. (Gross I know.) We sat in a dead silence. The buzzer went off. Amy checked the sixth one.

"Positive."

Lexie counted on her fingers. "That means six positive and none negative."

I started to panic. We counted two more postive. I started to panic. Lexie checked the last one. She showed Amy. They stared at me.

"Its positive."

I took a sharp breath.

"Then there is no point."

Amy gave me a puzzled look. "For what?"

"There is no point denying it. I'm pregnant with Mr. Richardson's baby."

"What?!???!"