you're cute ➳ brent rivera + brad simpson

CHAPTER 27

*3 and a half weeks later*

"Ugh Brent I can't do this." I shouted whilst marching up and down. He looked up from his magazine and placed it beside him.

"Calm down Tallulah." He said calmly and smiled.

"Okay." I sat beside him and rested my head on his shoulder. School was getting harder and tougher. My exams were around the corner. My tummy rumbled loudly and Brent chuckled.

"Hungry?" He asked and I blushed.

My stomach felt queasy, it wasn't hunger. I ran towards the toilet and threw up.

"Tallulah are you okay?" Brent questioned. I opened my mouth but turned back to the toilet to throw up. Brent stood behind me and held my hair up. I stayed like this for a good 10 minutes and then brushed my teeth to get rid of the putrid taste.

"I don't know why that happened." I admitted and Brent smiled. He placed his hand on my forehead and sighed.

"Maybe you should rest. You've got a temperature."

"Brent my exams are around the corner." I complained.

"Hush child. I'll stay with you to revise, calm your tits."

"Ugh," I gasped and Brent laughed, "You're lucky I love you."

The urge to throw up again grew and I ran to the toilet.

"Brent," I called out. My face looked horrible and I was constantly throwing up. Paracetamol didn't help at all and I was always hungry, "BRENT!"

I heard footsteps running upstairs and Brent came in with an apron around him.

"Yes." He answered.

"You look cute-"

"Is that it!" He moaned.

"No it's just that I'm worried."

"About what." He asked as he sat beside me. My mouth bloated and I picked up the sick bowl(it came in handy at times). Brent turned away as I gagged, he retrieved a cup of water and gave it to me. I gargled it in my mouth before spitting it out.

"I'm calling a doctor." Brent announced and got his phone. I couldn't fight back so I let him.

"The doctor thinks it's food poisoning." He said returning to me.

"Well it can't have been. I cooked last night." I said and Brent smiled.

"Tallulah you're cooking isn't the best at times."

I punched Brent's arm and puked into the bowl again. Brent went back downstairs to finish cooking and left me alone.

I walked into the bathroom and looked into several cupboards before I found what I was looking for. I know I was jumping to conclusions but I had to check. My period was supposed to be a week and a half ago but it never came. I sat on the toilet seat thinking about the possible outcomes.

"Tallulah are you alright. Dinners ready." Brent shouted.

"Yeah coming I just need to pee." I shouted back. Once I was done with the test I placed it on the counter and played with my fingers. My feet tapped on the floor and it beeped, signalling the end. I inhaled and picked it up.

"No...no no no no no." I cried as I threw the test onto the floor.

"TALLULAH THE FOOD IS GOING TO GET COLD!" Brent shouted and I walked out of the bathroom.

I entered the kitchen to find Brent switching on the telly in the next room.

"Hey you look like you've seen a ghost," He chuckled whilst walking towards me, "You're so pale, wow." He placed his hand against my forehead to feel my temperature.

"Brent." I whispered and he looked at me.

"Do you want me to get the sick bowl? You're temperature's gone down but do you still feel unwell?" He asked, walking towards the stairs. I stopped him and he raised his eyebrows.

"Tallulah spill." He said growing irritated.

"Brent I-I-I'm" I stuttered. Tears rolled down my cheek and I sniffled.

"What happened? Whatever it is, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." Brent said as he rested his hand on my cheek. I looked into his eyes and more tears rolled down my face. He frowned and furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm pregnant."

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Tallulah being pregnant was kind of obvious but this is only fiction.

#sorrynotsorry