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i'm pregnant

Liza's POV
I woke up feeling nauseous, for the 3rd week in a row. I've been hoping its some sort of sickness, but I'm not sure anymore. I ran to the bathroom to throw up again. I'm sick and tired and of feeling this disgusting. I finally decided to drive to Walgreens and pick up a pregnancy test, for my own good. As scared as I was, it was the only choice I had. As I was driving home, I tried to think of how this could have possibly happened. I love David so much, but we don't do THAT very often. The very few times that it's happened, we've used protection, so nothing bad could've occurred. I thought about it for a pretty long time. Then, finally, it struck me. On his birthday night, there was a bartender there. And he might have possibly been serving to EVERYONE.. as much as they'd like. Maybe we we're a little too happy that night? I don't know. I think long and hard for the rest of the drive. I'm finally home, and it's the moment of truth. I grab my bags, lock my car, and enter my building. I grab my keys from my bag, and unlock my door. I grab the pregnancy test, walk to the bathroom, and I open the box. I follow the instructions and let it sit for the designated about of time. I leave my bathroom, and sit down on my couch. I think about if it's positive. What my parents will think, my friends, family, and most importantly, David. Will he support me through this if I am pregnant? Just the thought of it makes me nervous. These thoughts keep running through my head. I need David in my life, and I need him to get through this. What if he leaves me? Just as that thought leave my head, the timer on my phone goes off. I take one deep breath before I enter the bathroom. I'm too scared to look. My heart is racing, my palms sweating, and my whole body shaking. I finally bring up the courage to look. I read the test. Positive. I almost faint. I'm pregnant. I am pregnant. I am pregnant. That's all I keep thinking. Before I know it, I fall to the floor, and burst into tears. What have I done? I sit there, crying, for what feels like hours, until I get a call from David. My hand shaking, I grab my phone, and slide to answer. "Hello?" I say, trying not to sound like a complete mess. "Hey, what's wrong? You haven't answered my texts or calls for 3 hours. What's going on?" he says to me, in a worried tone. "Come over. I can't say this over the phone, I just need to see you now. Please." I hang up at that. Hearing his voice hurts me, but I can't hide this from him. He's the father to our child. I try to get myself together, but I can't stop crying. I'm finally semi-calm until I hear a knock at the door. David. He's here. I shakily get up, and bring myself to the door. I slowly turn the handle to open my door, and I see him, standing there, looking extremely worried. I see his face, and burst into tears. I throw myself into his arms, crying, and he just holds me. "Shh, I'm here. I'm here for you. I'm here to help. I love you. Tell me when you're ready" I shake my head yes, and we stand there for what feels like hours, just holding eachother. I finally pull myself away and ask him to come inside and sit down. "I need to tell you something, but please, don't freak out. That's the last thing I need" I tell him in a I'm trying not to loose my shit tone. He grabs my hand. "I won't. Just take your time." I lean my head on his shoulder, take a deep breath, and say, "I'm pregnant." A tear rolls down my cheek. He looks at me, and just pulls me in, and hugs me.