Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

"Are You Pregnant?"

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.Layla.

I woke up to a dull ache radiating down my right leg. I instinctively went to touch it, but cried out at the pain.

Carl had been sleeping with his head resting in his arms on the edge of my bed. He shot up with a panicked look on his face.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"It hurts," I whimpered, feeling tears forming.

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed, reaching out to grab the remote attached to my bed. "I'll call the nurse to come give you more meds, okay?"

I nodded weakly, leaning back and closing my eyes.

Someone came in and asked me questions about my pain, before finally forking over the good stuff. I felt a warm sensation take over my body as the ache began to fade.

"I'm not saying I'm gonna start using heroin," I started babbling. "But like, I get it."

"Shhh," came Carl's voice as he rubbed my arm. "I know you're really out of it now but please don't say shit like that." I felt him kiss my hand before laying his head on my thigh.

.....

.Carl.

When morning finally came around, I was awake before she was, and I felt like I'd been hit by a bus. I don't think I managed to string more than fifteen consecutive minutes of sleep together throughout the entire night.

My siblings had begun texting; Debbie must've told them about Layla. I replied that she was doing better, but I wasn't sure when we'd be going home. They told me not to worry about the dogs, and that they would bring me some clothes and stuff if I wanted.

Layla began to stir, and I put my phone away.

"Hey," I smiled, leaning forward to stroke her hair.

She smiled at me. "Hi. What time is it?" 

"It's almost nine," I replied. "How are you feeling?"

"So so," she replied, weakly rotating her hand around to accompany her response.

I smiled at how pretty she was even after all of this. "Let me call your parents," I said.

"No!" she gasped. "Oh my god, they'll kill me."

"No they won't," I smiled at her. "Besides, what will they say when the medical bills start rolling in?"

She sighed heavily.

I reached into her purse for her phone and held it for a moment before dialing. "Can I ask you something?" I looked up at her.

"Yeah," she smiled. "What?"

Hmm, how do I put this delicately? "You're not pregnant, right?" Super smooth, Carl.

She looked at me with a suspicious smirk. "Why are you asking me that?"

"I mean if you were, you would know, right?" I stammered.

She laughed. "Yes-"

"You're pregnant?" I shrieked. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

"No!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

I sighed and dropped my head onto the bed.

"I was trying to say that, yes, I would know by now with all these tests," she sighed. "What is your deal anyway? Why is this even a question right now?"