Unexpected (A Chris Hemsworth Fanfiction)

Chapter 6: The Dreaded Positive Sign

Five weeks later...

God! I still remember when the morning sickness hit me. It can only be synonymous with terrible.

I awoke from my bed early in the morning before I had to get up for my routine prior to work. Before I could even run to the bathroom, I vomited all over the floor.

"What the hell?" I asked myself. I'd been eating right, with the occasional drink or two after shooting, and exercising anytime I got. I hadn't been sick in years, so this instance was peculiar.

I moaned audibly as the next round of hurling came. Thankfully, I grabbed a trash can before I belched hardcore more than I already had. Within minutes, I was in a increased of flu-likr misery. It burned my throat and my body ached. When I felt like I wasn't going to throw up, I cleaned up the carpet of where the first spell occurred and moved myself to the bathroom after getting the sensation once again.

"What's happening to me?" I cried out to the universe at one point. I held onto the toilet and leaned against it for comfort. It was as cold and lifeless as one can expect. I'll admit, there's one thing I hate about living alone, it's the sheer reality of living alone. I especially missed not ever having the experience of my mother making me chicken noodle soup and keeping me happy while I was sick. It hit me more as an adult than anything she's done ever has. In this moment, I desperately desired that: someone to take care of me.

The feelings subsided for while yet I knew that it would return quicker than I'd believe. I took advantage of the time by texting Paul of my absence. Then of course, I called my sister. She might have lived an hour away and too busy to visit, but it was worth. No matter if I begged. No matter if I was ill. She wouldn't come. I decided to try anyway.

"Hi, Erin," my sister cheerfully answered. "How are you?"

Before I could speak my stomach lurched up into my throat.

"Are you okay?!"

"No," I croaked.

"Screw going into my job! I'm coming to you!"

"Alright. See you in an hour," I hung up and vomited into the kitchen sink.

An hour latwr....
"You just lay down and I'm make you some soup," she helped me into bed and tucked me in like mother caring for her precious, sick child.

I smiled to myself, "I always loved your chicken noodle soup."

Erika shrugged her shoulders, "Since Mom wasn't there, I was always playing mom."

"You've been with Daniel for ten years. Why don't you get married and pop out a few kids?"

She shook her head, "We're not ready."

"Yes, you're!" I managed a sort of shout and coughed from the strain on my vocal chord. "You've been ready for a long time. You'd be so good at it!"

"Danny and I will get married. Danny and I will have kids," she said putting about my end table with necessities like a bowl for puking my brains out, water, and peppermint to freshen my breath. She continued matter-of-factly with a soft beam, "Just not yet."

I nodded, "That's acceptable."

She then sat on the edge of the bed, "What about you, Erin? Why don't you go find yourself a man?"

I chuckled, "Me? Married? That will never happen."

Erika rubbed my shoulder soothingly, "Don't say that. Any man would be lucky to have you."

"You're obligated to say that," she chuckled. You're my sister."

"That may be true. Unless Mom has something to tell us."