Flip a Coin //Malum Mpreg

3

I haven't had even a sip of beer since that day. It's been 3 weeks.

I went to the store and bought a new pack but I couldn't bring myself to actually drink one.

I was really starting to worry about my well-being cause I always want alcohol and now I don't. I was fed up with the whole being sober thing, even though I had a lot more fun with Cal sober than drunk.

It was around noon and I was just chilling watching some weird animal show when it hit me. Cal's in the other room playing his guitar, and I want a beer. As much as my body was saying no, my mind was saying yes.

I got up from the couch and walked over to the fridge opening it and grabbing one of the drinks. I specialized in open beers with whatever I had around me, and today it was the counter. I opened it with the major skills that i have but as soon as I smelt the fragrance I once loved, I felt my lunch in my throat.

I dropped the bottle as I ran to the bathroom. I heard Calum yelling but I really couldn't process what he was saying cause I was too busy throwing up and shit.

Cal walked into the bathroom as soon as he heard my gagging and muffled crying that I hadn't even realized was happening. This always happens. I rarely cried but for some reason, I can't help it when I'm emptying my stomach into the toilet.

He rubbed my back trying to sooth me and I just sat trying to figure out why the fuck I'm crying. Once I was sure I was done I sat down leaning my back against the wall. I sniffled and wiped my tears away. Cal sat next to me and laid his head on my shoulder. I guess he's not afraid of getting sick.

"I hate throwing up." I mumble.

"What caused it?" He wraps his sweater-covered arms around me.

"I don't even know. I didn't feel sick until... I smelt the fucking beer and it was like being in a fucking zoo after the elephants just had taco Tuesday." I grimace as he giggles. My mouth tastes gross. "Can you get rid of the rest of them?" I say hesitantly, thinking about what I just said.

"Yea of course babe. Lets get you to bed okay?" He stands up and reaches out his hand for me. I smile weakly and take his hand, but as soon as I stand up, I'm hunched over the toilet again.

I finish and wipe my mouth. The tears are back and I have to hold back from just hugging Cal. I just wanna cuddle him and play with his hair and tell him stupid jokes that will make him laugh that cute little laugh of his. Then I wanna kiss his neck, and tug at his hair, and suck his dick so I can hear his mo- oh my god.

I quickly brush my teeth and get the disgusting taste out of my mouth.

"I'm horny." I state as we walk back to our room. He looks back at me like I'm crazy.

"Are you serious?" I lay down and he pulls the covers over me.

"My dick is hard." I giggle. "Come cuddle me Calum." Did I just giggle? What is happening to me. I pout and wrap my arms around myself. "Calum help me."

He smiles softly opens his arms. I sit up quickly and hug my boyfriend as tight as possible.

"What's going on Michael?" He rubs my back. I swear he's becoming more dominant everyday. I need to fix that. I pull away.

"What color are you doing your nails next?"

"I don't know I was thinking maybe a bright purple." He smiles and looks at his fingernails which are a dark maroon color.

I nod in agreement. "That would be cute but I think pi-- Holy shit I'm hungry." My stomach growls and I place my hand on my stomach.

He giggles and shakes his head, "I'll make you some soup."