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That afternoon we returned back to the house and father cooked us dinner, we had a stir fry and rice with some pork buns. I ate it all easily and still didn't feel full. We had cans of fizzy drink on the sides and I finished my food and went for seconds.

"What are we doing tomorrow?" I asked smiling.

"I have some gardening work to do. You guys can help if you'd like. I'd appreciate it..." he smiled slightly and I nodded happily, Kara smiled and took my hand under the table. I smiled and looked down at our hands and leant into him.

"Il let you two go off to bed, ill wash up tonight Ichi looks tired."

"Are you sure? I can help." I said and Kara sat me down.

"Go to bed and I'll help wash up okay?" He leant down and kissed me gently and I was dazed as he pulled away. I sighed and agreed begrudgingly before walking away and laying on the bed, hugging his jumper as I slowly fell asleep.

That night was long and hard. I kept running to vomit and Kara stood at the bathroom door and at one point sat on the floor with my head in his lap, feeding me water. He rubbed my back and I jumped up and vomited again, my stomach aching in agony. "Fuck..." I whine.

"Ichi you know what's wrong tell me... you're not telling me something..." he said. He'd asked me a million times if I knew why I was so sick and I lied. He knew that too.

"I can't..." I sobbed and vomited again before collapsing back into his arms. I hugged him tightly and felt the bile rise again. I gagged and he lifted me to the toilet.

"Please tell me..." he begged and burried his face into my neck. Fuck it. I didn't want to lie anymore, I felt like crap and I'm dying on the inside anyways.

"I'm pregnant.... it's shou's... and I didnt want to tell you because I didn't want you to stay because you felt like you had an obligation to make sure that I would be ok and all that other crap. I wanted you to stay because you loved me..." I had tears rolling down my cheeks and he hugged me close.

"It's okay..." he kissed my forehead and rocked me back and forth, not even phased by my confession. "What did I say about worrying about four days from now... I'm here... ok?" He kissed me gently and then kissed my forehead. "I'm not going to let you suffer..."

I smiled softly and closed my eyes and slowly passed out from exhaustion.

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