Authors Note-
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Drake's POV-
It hurt terribly to move at all. But I didn't care.
Toni- do you hurt?
Me- yes.
Toni- *starts to push him away and looks at his chest* you should get some rest...
Me- *grabs her hand* so should you.
Toni- *wraps arms around her legs and puts her chin between her knees*
Me- *puts arms on knees and looks at her* don't you hurt?
Toni- *looks at him confused* w..what?
Me- your Botox. Your pregnant.
Toni- s..so..? *gets pale*
Me- Toni? *looks at her scared*
Toni- *gets up and runs to the bathroom*
Me- Toni!? *tries to get up and hold onto the wall and gets to the bathroom*
I looked into the door to see her stumbling to the floor, then crawling to the toilet then throwing up uncontrollably.
I bent over her and pulled her hair away from her face.
Toni's POV-
I has been throwing up uncontrollably for the past 10 minutes. Every time i tries to talk to him my stomach churns. I hover over the toilet as my stomach empties. I've barley eaten anything. Is it the Botox and pregnancy that's triggering my stomach?
That has to be it.
I could tell drake had no idea what to do. He was doing nothing but holding my hair. But I could feel his abs and slightly visible ribs against my bare back. I couldn't say more than 2 words without triggering my nausea.
2 words... That's it! Every time I talk.. My stomach churns. I don't know exactly why but when ever I stop talking I don't throw up till I talk again.
No talking.
I'm done with talking.
I tried to get up to my feet but collapse back down and throw up again.
No walking.
I'm done with walking.
Drake- do you want help..?
Me- *nods*
He picked me up and brought me back to our room and laid me down on the bed. He grunted and moaned from pain. He still didn't have any clothes on. But he didn't complain. He walked and laid on the other side of the bed.
Drake- can you talk?
Me- *shakes head*
Drake- can you move without triggering your nausea? Besides shaking your head?
Me- *shakes head*
Drake- can I move you?
Me- *looks confused*
Drake- can I move you without you throwing up everywhere?
Me- *shrugs*
Drake- can I try?
Me- *nods*
I closed my eyes as I felt drakes hands slide under my back. He pulled me closer to him and wiped my lips with the back of his hand. I feel his stitched lips against mine kissing me softly over and over. Pulling away then kissing me again.. like he didn't know what he wanted.
He didn't want to move me enough to trigger my nausea. Like he hasn't already been through enough.. I wanted him to kiss me like I know he wants too.
He leans in again. I slowly move my hand up to his head and hold him close. My stomach feels fine. I start kissing him back a little more.
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Teen Fiction18 year old Toni pregnant by the bad boy? What will her friends think of her? Along with her crush? Here's a sneak peak- Me and _____ snuck into a bathroom and he sat on the floor. I sat on his lap and kept kissing him. It felt so good. I could feel...
