It's been a few weeks since Chris has moved in with me .i told my mom we were engaged and she flipped out but it's a good thing she approves of him .i think I'm getting sick because my stomach feels weird . The next morning I wake up with nausea I run into the bathroom . I puke for what seems like forever then I feel some one behind me holding my hair . I sit back against the sink . " r u ok " he asks I look up to see Chris's worried face .i nod . He looks at me weirdly ." What " I ask very confused .he kisses my forehead .then picks me up after I rinse out my mouth and brush my teeth . He lays me in the bed and covers me up then lays behind me pulling me close . " I'm sorry " he says I turn over to look at him " what " I ask very confused he sighs " morning sickness princess " he says . "WHAT ??!" I scream at him I jump out of the bed and start to get dressed ." What the hell do u think ur doing " he says I sigh and turn around trying to fix my shirt ." I gotta get a test " I say he gets up and helps me out . " I'm driving and ur gonna sleep in the car " he says very protectively I nod and hug him he picks me up and grabs the keys to his truck . He carrys me out and tells my mom that's were just going to get some stuff . He sets me in the passenger seat and buckles me up .i hold my knees close to me in the seat . He gets in and holds me close to him with his fingers in my hair . I fall asleep to him petting me . I feel him stop the car and carry me inside . He lays me down on the bed and kisses my forehead .i sit up and he picks me up and set me in his lap . He had me the bag and I take it in my hand he places his hand on my stomach running his finger over my skin .i get up and kiss him smiling .he hugs me putting his head on my stomach and his hands on my ass .i put my fingers in his hair . After a few minutes I go to the bathroom and take 3 pregnancy test and I sit on the sink waiting .
I look down at the test and my heart drops at the result I start crying "CHRIS " I yell and he comes busting through the door .
