September Third //G.D

Twenty three

Grayson

A couple of weeks have passed by since we left the base.

Me and Arabella mostly spend the days in bed cuddling.

I woke up that morning, Arabella next to me wrapped in the sheets. She had the lightest smile on her face as she drooled onto her pillow.
She was a heavy sleeper and I liked how she didn't look perfect while she slept, if anything she was the polar opposite.
Her hair would slip out of her hair tie and be pushed to one side of her head, she hogged the covers, occasionally made loud snoring noises, she drooled sometimes, took up way too much space on the bed and she would always have a bit of mascara residue under her eyes the morning after she wore make up.
But I didn't mind because all these things were things I got to see. A part of her nobody else gets to observe. These were the small details that I noticed, the little things that made our relationship special and I loved everything about them.

She snored a bit louder and with that woke up.
Her hair was a mess and drool was running down the side of her lip slightly. She sloppily rubbed the back of her hand against her lip and then rubbed her eyes.

"What time is it?" She asked
"It's like 1ish" I said
"Jesus I slept that late?" She asked rather surprised.
"Yea but it's okay" I reassured her
"Mhm" she said as she nodded and threw her face back into her pillow.

"I don't feel good" she said, the pillow muffling her voice
"What?"
She lifted her head off of the pillow.
"I said I don't feel good"
She suddenly got up from her place on the bed and wobbled over to the washroom.
She undid the mess of knots in her hair and re-tied a somewhat neater pony tail.

I stayed in bed to give her some space until I heard her vomiting.
I got up from the bed and saw her lying on the floor disgusted by the smell flooding the bathroom.

I sat on the floor near her and rubbed her back. A few moments later she threw up again.

This went on for about 3 hours. It was on and off, but at around 4ish it stopped and she could finally relax.

We watched some movies on an old DVD player we found buried in a closet and then Arabella drifted off.

The next morning Arabella was up much earlier. When I woke up her spot next to me was empty

I went back to bed assuming she was just going out.
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A few hours later I was interrupted by Arabella.

She shook me until I had woken up and fully sat up in the bed.
Her face was pale and she held a bag full of boxes of something.

"UHM" she said running her hand through her hair
"Spit it out" I said slightly annoyed as I rubbed my freshly opened eyes
"Grayson I think I'm pregnant"
"You think you're pregnant?" I asked to confirm the words I just heard.
"Yes I think I'm pregnant. We need to go back to the base."
"Why?"
"I am going to need a proper test and then if I am pregnant I am going to need ultrasounds, drugs, vitamins, help, a safe place for the baby and an actual place to give birth to this thing" she told me as she dramatically brought my attention to her stomach
"Okay uhm, we'll leave tomorrow and go from there"
She nodded and then plopped herself down next to me
"I'm fucking pregnant" she said with a flat tone of voice
"Yea" I said, disbelief reigning over my entire body.

A/N
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