You Are My Dream

47

December 16th, 2018

It was 2:30 a.m. and I had excruciating pain in my stomach.

I groaned and held my stomach.

I shook Justin'a shoulder to walk him up. "Justin."

"Justin!" I said louder.

He popped up. "Huh? What's wrong?"

"My stomach hurts really bad." I said and winced.

He turned the light on his nightstand and blinked his eyes so they could adjust to the light.

"Well did you try using the bathroom?"

"Yes, but that's not it. I've never been in this much pain befor- ow shit!" I hissed.

"I'm going to go get you an Advil and some water." He said and pushed the covers off of him.

"I already took something and it should have worked by now but it barely did anything." I said and looked up at him.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked with a confused look on his face.

"You look like a hot mess." I giggled.

"How?"

"Your hair is a mess, you've got wrinkles all over you chest from the sheets, and your eyes are so droopy."

He pouted his lip out at me. "Well it's 2:30 what do you expect me to look like?"

"I don't know, baby. You just look funny." I laughed.

"Hey you, you don't look too fabulous yourself there, babe."

"I don't feel good and it's 2:30 in the morning, of course I look like sh- ow!" I said and held my stomach.

"Isn't this supposed to happen to pregnant women?" He asked.

"No, not until you are going into labor. I am no where near being in labor."

He scratched the back of his neck while he thought. "I don't know what to do but take you to the emergency room."

"Okay, that's fine I just need to know what's wrong with me and if our baby is okay." I sat up slowly with one hand on my stomach.

"You stay right there. I'll go get you some clothes." He said and quickly walked into my closet.

He came back out a few minutes later with a pair of grey leggings and a white t-shirt.

"Thank you, baby." I said and kissed him on the cheek.

"Anything for you, my love." He smiled and walked into his closet.

I got dressed and put my phone in my purse.

"Baby, I'll help you downstairs. Where are your shoes?"

"They're downstairs already." I said.

Justin picked me up bridal style and carried me down the stairs, picked my shoes up, and carried me out to the car.

"Ow, shit! It hurts like a bitch." I hissed.

Justin grabbed my hand. "It's going to be okay, you're going to get checked out and they'll give you some medicine, and we can go back home. Alright?"

"Okay." I nodded quickly.

It was at least a fifteen minute ride to the hospital. The last time I was at the hospital was when Justin had his accident.