I woke up next to him. Him...Tyler...Ty--shit I got to go to the bathroom. I throw up. I didn't even have that bad of a hangover..what was going on? I don't wanna be sick.
"Ty Ty wake up. You must leave for I am sick and I shall spare you."
"You're being ridiculous. Come here and let me feel your forehead."
His touch lit me up. I felt on fire.
"Babe you feel fine. What was it that got you so worried?" he asks groggily.
"I was throwing up."
Waiting in silence we both realize yet keep our moths sealed. I shake my head.
"No Tyler I can't be." I sputter
"Your birthday." He look at the ground with a somber look.
I run to the bathroom rummaging through my "girly" drawer and snatch at a test. Now I have never been one for praying but I swear in this moment I had become a prayer warrior. I took the test and paced impatiently while Ty tried to calm me down. It'd been a month and I never thought much of missing my period by a week. My thoughts raced around me making me feel claustrophobic.
Two solid lines appeared, with disbelief I took another....Two solid lines.
I heard the door creak open. "I'm pregnant.." I turned around to see a baffled Jerome.
Shit.
