Unpredictable (Sequel to Un-be-lieveable)

Chapter 14 - Back to the Hospital

My eyes shot wide open as I felt a weird sensation in the pit of my stomach. Oh shit. I tore the bed covers off my body and pulled myself free from Toby's arms and rushed to the bathroom joined to our room. Ahh crap, I hate throwing up. "Em?" I heard Toby groggily call out. I responded in the most classy way. Yes, with vomiting sounds. I heard him climb out of bed and walk into the bathroom, to holding back my hair. When I stopped I just hovered my head over the toilet, hoping that that was it. And luckily I was. "You okay?" I nodded, breathing heavily.

"I was hoping I was going to be one of those people how doesn't have morning sickness." I scowled, my voice coming out raspy.

Toby chuckled. "You'll be okay." I rolled my eyes. "I'm gonna go make breakfast mkay?"

I nodded. "I'm not really hungry. I'm gonna go back to bed." I told him getting up to brush my teeth.

"Okay. Want me to wake you up? The ultrasound appointment is today." He informs. I grumble around the toothbrush and nodded. I hated that place now. Well I never liked it to begin with, but now I hate it even more. To many bad memories. "Hey." Toby calls as I finish washing the fowl bile taste out of my mouth. I look up at him in the mirror as he smiles, encircling my waist, slipping his hands under my shirt to rest his hands on my belly. "I can't believe its already been a month." He says as he nuzzles his head against my neck.

"I know it." I mumble, leaning against him, exhaustion filling my body. At least this appointment will drag me away from work. Its bad when even I notice I'm burying myself in editing, writing scripts, and over playing games.

"Would you like me to wake you up?" Toby asks again.

"Yes please." I smile. He kisses my cheek and slowly pulls away, heading for the kitchen. When hes gone I pull my camisole top up to it rests just above my belly, and I turn to the side. One month, its only been one month. Thinking back, it doesn’t really feel like it. I gaze at the small bump. Its not to big, barely even noticeable. I guess around three months it will become obvious, and not that I'm just still gaining weight. I sigh and saunter back over to the bed, crawling back in and letting sleep wash over me once more.

"Hey, Em, babe, its nine. We gotta go in an hour or so." Toby whispered, and gently shook my shoulder.

"Nooo." I groaned, and pouted. "Just five more minutes!"

Slowly I opened my eyes to the mid-morning light to see - and hear - Toby laughing. "Hey I've been up since six this morning! Don’t be complaining gurl!" He retorted playfully in his ghetto voice.

I turned over with the most shocked expression I've probably ever made. "Toby I had you up at six?" I exclaimed.

"Yes, but its okay. It was for a good reason. Besides, I was waking up anyways." He smile reassuringly. I frowned. Toby doesn't just 'get up' on his own. Especially at that time of the morning. "Hey," he said brushing his lips against mine. "its okay. I promise." I gave him a halfhearted, half smile and slowly sat up, nausea washing over me once more. I swallowed hard, trying to get a grip on my reeling stomach. "You okay?" Toby asked sceptically. I nodded, instantly regretting that move. I grabbed my head as the room around me started to spin. "Are you going to be sick?" He questioned. I groaned a small, 'nuh uh'.

I took a deep breath as everything started to slow back to its normal speed. The room steadying, my bucking bronco of a stomach calming. "I'm okay." I smiled reassuringly.

"Your not very convincing babe." He chuckled as he helped me to stand. I pushed my face into his chest, catching him off-guard. He wrapped his strong arms around me and rubbed my back, trying to calm me, as my already over sensitive moods took over. "Hey? Whats wrong Em?" He said trying suppress his laughter. I wasn’t mad at him for thinking it was silly, to be honest it was.