Unexpected (A Chris Hemsworth Fanfiction)

Chapter 17: Official First Date

Chris and I had decided to not consider our 'one night stand' the first date. A couple weeks after ending up in the hospital was when would have our official official first date.

We talked on the phone a couple hours before.

"So what's the plan for tonight?" I asked with intrigue as I curled my hair.

Chris questioned, "Do you hate surprises?"

I smirked, "Kind of."

"Alright," he revealed. "I am taking you to a new restaurant in LA with a romantic ambiance, it's near the beach, so we could possibly take a walk, and then maybe spend some time at your house."
"Sounds romantic," I grinned.

He almost became a worry wart, "Are you sure you feel well enough to go out tonight?"

"Of course," I nodded. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"The doctor said that the fainting spell and excessive nausea are symptoms of a severe form of morning sickness," he told me stuff I already, so he suggested, "You have been throwing up a lot, Erin, and maybe we should reschedule for another night."

"Hell no! I've been feeling better the last couple of days and we both need this date, Chris," I tried to persuade him.

"Okay. If you say so. I'll see you in a couple hours," Chris hung up.

I was blushing and I felt all gushy inside. I was his girlfriend now. Everything was coming together so well. I continued to get ready for our date.

I was putting in my pair of diamond drop earrings when the doorbell rang. I was giddy and went to the door quickly. It revealed Chris who looked very dapper with a bouquet of lavender roses in hand.

"You look beautiful, Erin," he told me.

Before I could speak, a powerful wave of nausea overtook me. I ran to the kitchen sink, but it was too late. I puked all over the floor.

"Sorry," I croaked. The feeling took hold again and I threw up once again.

The smell alone was making it worse-- sour and pieces of chicken from the Asian style salad I had earlier. I breathed for relief. I still kept retching out my insides. Maybe I should've listened to the doctor. My cravings had been out of control despite Dr. Hemingway telling me to keep my diet relatively bland. I slipped up hard today and I was paying for it.

For a second it stopped. Chris held my hair back for me.

He said, "We're not going out tonight."

"No," I whipped my mouth. "I'm fine. Just give me a min..."

I was cut off by more belching and putrid liquid coming from my mouth.

"We're not going to dinner," Chris sighed. "No arguments."

I hit the counter harshly, "I was really excited for our first official date."

I started crying. He rubbed my back.

"Why don't we stay in for tonight?" Chris offered. "Let's have a date here. Let's be creative without alcohol and erotic games like the first time."

Finally, I didn't have the urge to vomit out my insides and laughed, "Yeah. I do have a beer for you if you like. It's in the fridge."

"Okay. You still look beautiful, but why don't you clean yourself up? I'll order some food," Chris suggested.

I looked own at my new navy blue mini dress that went to my knee, the entire front side was covered in my previous meals and bodily juices.