Barbara POV
I let my fingers glide across the ivory keys. My eyes closed, my mind lost in a world of emotions. Still trying to relax after my shower.
The fatigue in my fingers as I pressed a chord, my deep sigh of frustration when I hit an unwanted note.
It hasn't helped that I've only been able to sleep fifteen hours in the last two weeks. Isolated in my meditation room that I had to switch around, hide all my guitars because they all reminded me of him.
I was dozing off, the slow heartbeat in my chest worrying me. I've only been eating popcorn and ice cream, for around the last six days. No, I haven't gotten tired of it... yet.
And I don't want to.
My phone vibrated from across the room. Waking me in a startle.
I sighed, isolation meant no contact, but once it rang a few more times. .. I decided to finally get up.
I bent down to my knees, furrowing my eyebrows at the caller ID.
It was mother.
I picked up abruptly.
"Barbara, I've been worried. Where are you? Are you okay? I heard. ..," she trailed off, concern in her tone.
I couldn't help but crack a smile.. She's always so late with news.
"I-I'm fine, mom. Thanks. I'm-" I had to breathe in deeply, my eyes involuntarily welling up with tears.
"I'm just a little sad, that's all," my voice heightened. My lip quivering with a frown as I tried to stay strong.
"Ooh, I'd thought he'd be better than that. Making my daughter cry... Ugh. He's going to get a piece of me someday-" my mom began to rant.
I decided to kneel down to the floor, smiling at my mother's outrageous personality. Always bringing me up. I laughed, looking up at the ceiling as I laid on the floor.
"No, mom. It was my decision," I sighed, my grimace back in my lips. She oh'd, before she let out a sigh.
My heart suddenly fluttered in a palpitation, and I stood up in question, gasping a little.
"What's wrong, Barbie?" my mom asked frantically. I let in a deep breath, and I swore my chest ached...my nose still stuffy from crying... or.. am I getting sick?
I then realized that I was more likely to be getting sick, and I was forced to recognize the fact that I may have gotten sick from... from him.
"Nothing. I think I might be getting sick," I explained to her, relieving her nerves.
"Go to tge doctor then. Because if Ed-" his name made my stomach turn in sadness..
"If Ed had pneumonia a few weeks ago, and if you were with him, you probably got it, Barbies," she rose her tone in 'as a matter of fact'.
I nodded, I definitely did not want to get sick.
"Okay, thanks mom. I'll make an appointment for tomorrow morning to get some blood test done, I have to go in for my annual anyway," I shrugged it off. My mom quickly gave me some homemade remedies, and we quickly said I goodbyes before hanging up.
I don't even want to dare and turn on the TV, see any type of news or gossip whatsoever.
As I laid on the cold carpet, I decided to go ahead and make an appointment, just to make sure I get all the new updates on my health.. Yeah, the OCD again... Don't judge.
I called my doctor, the one I still kept even before becoming known. She was always very thorough and caring.
"Hi, I'd like to make an appointment. Yeah, just an annual blood test. Yes, every test. Yeah, It's Barbara, haha. I also think I may be getting pneumonia, too, to be honest," I admitted, sitting up as I finally stretched, taking a breath and walking out the guestroom ( I don't want to dare step into my bedroom at the moment)...
"Okay, see you tomorrow at 9am. Thank you!" I finished. I hung up, and set up an early alarm clock on my phone...and even though it was barely 6pm, I think I'll just lay here... and rest a bit.
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I sat in the chair, waiting for my doctor to come in. This was the first time I was out since around 3 weeks ago. And to be completely honest, It felt wonderful. It was helping me stay distracted.
I was temped to look through my twitter feed, but I refused to. Then, right as I was going to give in, Dr.Whitney came in, her face in a huge grin.
"Hi there, Barbara! How are you! I heard you've worked your way up! What did I tell you!" her positive spirit always kept me motivated, and I couldn't help but smile.
"I'm great, thanks Dr.Whitney! Yup, thank you for having faith in me! And I'm just here to get results for my annual blood results," I shrugged, watching her take a peak outside the building window.
"Of course, hun! Wow, got quite the paparazzi following you! Must be difficult," she sighed, looking down at her clipboard as she took a seat.
I nodded, " Yeah, but I'm still very grateful," she laughed, agreeing.
"You deserve it, Barbs. You've got a great heart and amazing talent. Hollywood needs more people like you!" she winked, before reading through the results. She widened her eyes.
"But now let's get down to business, how are you feeling? I mean, I see the bags under your eyes, and you lost around 7lbs, which is good, but it doesn't seem to look like you're losing it for the right reasons," she eyed me in concern. I furrowed my eyebrows,
"Well, I've been feeling pretty fatigued, um, my body feels sore and a few other stuff. I think I may have pneumonia," I admitted sheepishly. She laughed a little as she listened, looking at something on the clipboard.
"What's wrong?" I asked frantically.
She shook her head.
"Nothing's wrong dear. I just don't think those symptoms are from pneumonia," she looked at me, her eyes a little excited.
"What do you mean? What do I have?" I breathed in worry.
"Well, it seems to say here that your Beta hCG test came out positive..and pretty high," she hummed, watching me for a response. Beta hCG? That's....no, I'm probably talking about a different type of test.
"Barbara, you're pregnant," she finished.
I froze.
Pregnant?
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