20. I don't know what to do.

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Okay, it have been some few week now. And every single Goddamn day. I will throw up. And I don't know what is wrong with me since I do it. So now, I am in a small room with the doctor, and Brendon doesn't know that I am on my way to the doctor, or that I do throw up every morning.

"Well, miss Reed, should we see what is wrong with you." The doctor stood beside me, as I lie on a metal table. He pull up my shirt on the stomach, so he could see it.

He then put a metal thing on my stomach. He look at the computer, while he move the metal thing around. He then smiled.

"Well miss Reed, I have some amazing news." He said, and removed the thing and look down at me.

"What is it?" I ask, and look confused at him.

"You are pregnant, in 2 months." He said, smiling.

I gasped, and took my hand in front of my mouth. How will Brendon react? What If he dosen't want to be a dad? What if he just run away because he dosen't want anything to do with me and the baby?

"What am I going to do?" I whisper to myself, but the doctor hear me.

"Do the father know that you are here." He ask, and sit down on a chair beside me. I sit up and shake my head.

"No. But if I tell him, that I am pregnant with his child, and want nothing to do with me, or the child?" I ask, and look down on my lap with my hands on each side of my head.

"Well, there's only one way to find out. You just have to tell him when the right time is there." He said, with a small smiled on his lips.

"Thank you doctor." I said, stood up, and say goodbye to him, before I walk out of the door.

***

"Babe, I am home." I yell, as I walk in of the front door.

"Okay, I will be down in a bit. I am in the show." He yell from the bathroom. I could here the water run.

I took a deep breath. I have to tell him today. I don't want to wait for the right time.

"Babe?!" Brendon yell from the bathroom.

"Yeah." I walk up startis in front of the bathroom, and wait for him to answer.

"You need to put on a nice dress." He said.

"What? Why?" I ask, and stood up aginst the wall, as he turn off the show, and walk out, with only a towel low around of his hips, show his V-line perfect.

He look down at me, and smiled. "You know Pete Wentz, him I told you about." He told me, and put his hands on my waist. And my arms around his neck. I just hope he will be glad when I tell him that I am pregnant with his child.

"Yeah, I know him." I said, smiling.

"He have invite us to an restaurants. With him and his wife." He said, happy, like a five years old boy, that get a knew toy.

"Oh, but I want to tell you something." I said, and look into his eyes.

"Can it wait for tomorrow? We will be late if we doesn't get ready in a hour." He said. I just slowly nod my head. "Now, all you hickey is gone, then I think it is time for you to get new one, since they is no one who knows who you belong to.." He smirk, he low his head down the crook of my neck, but I pull back before he could leave one hickey.

"Wait, Brendon. I don't want to get a hickey when we are about to leave, and go to a nice restaurants." I told him, and look him serious in the eye.

"Then. When we get home, I will give you all the hickey I can." He smirk.

"We get to see." I smiled and pull away to go to me and Brendon's room. With him behind me.

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