Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

Crazy

46

.Carl.

Layla was oddly quiet and tense on the drive home the next day. We were supposed to stay another day, but she was insistent on getting home. She said she had something she had to do for school before Tuesday. I was pretty bummed to leave her parents' cabin; we'd had a pretty awesome time there. Although, we had a nice little love den of our own back home.

I glanced over at her, trying to catch her eye. She was obsessively picking at her nail polish .

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked her with concern.

She sighed. "Yeah, totally fine. Why?"

"Because you're hacking at your nails like the polish color's gone out of style," I half laughed.

She clasped her hands and put them in her lap. "Sorry, must be nerves about going back to school."

I nodded, but wasn't entirely placated by her response. "Hey, what's this thing you have to get back to do?"

She turned and looked out the window. "It's a research project," she said cryptically.

I sighed. I guess she didn't want to elaborate.

We didn't say much for the next hour or so. I saw her obsessively looking at her phone, with the screen angled just slightly away from me.

"Doing research?" I smirked at her.

"What?" She looked startled as she quickly shoved her phone in her pocket. "Uh, yeah. Hey, can we stop at a gas station when you see one?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Uh, sure." I didn't understand why she was acting so strange. We'd had a really good time together this past weekend. I glanced over at her again. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, Carl! I'm fine!" she snapped.

I shot her a surprised glare before looking at the road again.

"I'm sorry," she sighed. "It's-"

"PMS," I sighed in unison with her. I rolled my eyes.

We drove past exit after exit, but they were all really rural, with no sign of any gas stations...unless they were run by cows.

"Ugh, what the fuck?" she groaned, growing more and more impatient.

Maybe she needed tampons or something. More like a shit ton of Midol, I thought to myself.

Finally, we saw a sign that said there was a gas station off the next exit. I pulled off and parked in the lot, about to open my car door.

"I'll just be a second," Layla blurted, putting her hand on my arm. "Just wait here."

I nodded slowly, and she jumped out and ran in faster than I'd seen her move in weeks.

What the actual fuck was going on right now?

.....

.Layla.

I had barely slept at all last night. How many times had Carl and I had sex during the course of this antibiotic? Too many to count. Had no one told me about this little side effect at the hospital? At the doctor's office? Had I missed that rather crucial bit of information?

As soon as I felt it was acceptable, I'd woken Carl up and made something up about school. I needed to get home and take a pregnancy test.

The ride home was agonizingly long. Carl kept trying to talk to me and ask me things, and I felt so completely paranoid, like he was going to figure out what was going on. I was trying to google symptoms of early pregnancy, and what I found made me feel sick: nausea, vomiting, mood swings, and of course, missing a period. I was trying to tell myself that the other symptoms on the list were not happening to me, but it didn't ease my fears. I suddenly needed Carl to stop right that second so I could buy the test and take it as soon as we got home.