Army Tanks - Lashton - Ended

''Don't want you getting deadly sick now do we?''

The next morning I found myself throwing up constantly in the toilet.

I heard a faint knock on the door.

''Luke? Are you okay in there baby?'' I heard James' concerned voice ask, muffled by the door.

''No...'' I replied, unlocking the door, and letting James come inside.

He sat down beside me, pulling me to his chest, a loose grip around me, if I needed to throw up again.

''You're burning up baby... We need to get you to the doctor, to get you checked.'' James said, kissing my sweaty forehead.

''Don't wanna.'' I mumbled against his bare chest.

''We have to baby... Don't want you getting deadly sick now do we?'' He asked, rubbing my arm.

I sighed deeply, before agreeing.

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''Tell me doc. Why exactly, do I need to get an ultrasound for this? It's probably just the flu.'' I said, as I felt him spread the cold jell across my stomach.

After what I remember my sixpack wasn't that faint.

Oh well.

Probably just because of the whole month where I didn't get to train that much.

I felt him put the scanner against my stomach, moving it around a bit.

Right now I would wish that James was allowed to come with me.

But instead he had to sit in the waiting room.

''Just as I thought...'' I heard the doctor mumble, making me turn my head, and look up at the screen.

''What is it?'' I asked, looking at him, not really seeing what the hell the screen was showing.

''That Luke, is a baby. You're pregnant.'' He said, making my eyes widen.

''I'm what? How far am I?'' I asked, not really knowing if I was ready for a baby.

''About two months.'' He said, making me gulp.

So it's Ashton's baby.

''Okay... Uhm... Okay...'' I took a deep breath.

The doctor printed out some pictures, after he dried off my stomach.

I sat up on the bed, and tugged in my shirt again.

I looked down at my stomach, taking one last deep breath, before getting up.

The doctor gave me a prescription to some pills, and giving me a new appointment, to talk about if I wanted an abortion.

I walked back out to the waiting room, my eyes meeting James'.

He smiled at, me as he stood up, though his smile fell, when he saw my worried face.

He walked over to me hugging me, and rubbing my back.

''Let's go get something to eat.'' He said, figuring that I wasn't ready to tell him yet.

That is just one of the many reasons to why you should marry your best friend.

I nodded slowly, before following him to the car.

The drive was silent, but comfortable.

James parked the car outside of my favorite restaurant, before he got out, and ran around the car, opening the car door for me.