The Story of Udonia

Chapter Twenty Five: Sick

I woke up next to Ashton as I did every morning. He rolled over when he heard me move. He put his phone down on his nightstand and then turned back to face me.
"Morning." He smiled and seems very happy about what we did the previous evening.
"Good morning. How did you enjoy your birthday night, although it wasn't your birthday?" I asked.
"It was wonderful." He smiled and put his arms around me. "So what happened with your aunt yesterday?"
I winced. "Oh yeah, she died."
He pushed me away. "What?"
I nodded to confirm.
"Your aunt dies and you still come home to have sex with me?! That's so wrong."
"No it's not. Monica said it was fine." I shrugged.
"Claire, I just don't think that's how you should grieve."
"Yes it is!" I argued. "I needed comfort and you provided it."
He furrowed his brow. "Claire, what I did last night was not comforting!" He shouted and hopped out of bed.
He walked over to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Yeah...maybe that wasn't the best idea Claire. My conscious said to me.
I rolled my eyes and reached for my phone.
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December 12th.
The past week I had been feeling really weird. I wasn't sick, I had taken my temperature and it was normal. It just wasn't feeling 100%. I was tired and not very hungry. I had headaches and strange stomach aches too.
"You should just call Dr. Fisher!" Ashton said after he heard me grumbled in bed last night.
I glared at him. "I'm fine."
"You said that yesterday and then you continued to complain about how terrible you felt." He argued.
I groaned. "Fine. I will call the doctor." I hopped out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
I felt his eyes glaring at me.
I turned around. "What?" I asked.
"I'm waiting."
"You want me to call her now?!"
"Yeah."
"Fine." I walked back to my nightstand and pulled up my phone.
I opened my contacts and typed on Dr. Mindy Fisher. She is our private doctor who comes to our castle to tend to our needs. She is an older woman who has three kids. Very nice and smart.
I put on a fake smile when she answered. "Hi, Dr. Fisher."
"Claire, what can I help with with?"
"Can you make a house call here today?" I asked.
"I can at ten a.m."
"That will work. You see I've just been feeling strange and," I glared at Ashton, "my boyfriend is very over protective and concerned. I can explain all my symptoms when get here."
"Alright." She replied. "I will see out at ten Claire."
"Okay, thank you." I hung up and dropped my phone on the bed and went into the bathroom.
Ashton irritated me sometimes. He was too over protective and controlling sometimes. I needed some control in my life when we first got together, but now I was better. I was becoming more independent. I think the reason we annoyed each other so much was because we were so similar, but the things that were different, we were completely different. They were opposite traits. Night and day, black and white, or ying and yang. I loved him, but sometimes he makes me so angry.
I told Monica about this one day and she said, "You're love life would be too boring if you are dating someone who is essentially you. Jasmine and I argue all the time. It natural. The problem is if you argue and don't had sex. Then you have a problem."
Yeah...words of wisdom from my big sister.
The doctor arrived exactly at ten. Lacey let her in and brought her to me.
"Hi, Dr. Fisher." I smiled.
She entered and smiled. "Claire, what's been getting you down?" She asked.
"I've just been feeling really off. I'm tired, not very hungry, dizzy, I've got headaches and stomachs aches, and I...haven't had my period yet."
"Has it ever been late before?" She asked as she checked my blood pressure.
"Yes, when I was younger like 15 or 16. But not recently."
"Blood pressure is a little high." She observed. "What kind of stomach aches are you having...like where?"
I moved my hand up under my boobs. "Like here."
She rubbed her chin. "Hmmm..." She looked like she knew something, but I didn't want to pressure her for answers. "I'm going to take some blood and send it to the lab if that's okay."
(In case you are curious, Monica did tell me that being a witch is a hidden gene, but it will just show up as a junk gene so there is nothing to worry about with blood tests.)
"Okay." I replied.
Dr. Fisher took a sample of blood. She was cleaning my arm and putting a band-aid in when Ashton walked in.
"Sorry I'm late." He said as he entered. "Ashton Covington." He introduced himself to the doctor.
"Mindy Fisher." She smiled and shook his hand.
He came over to me. "I was talking to my dad." He explained. "What is going on here?" He observed the band-aid.
"I just took some blood." Dr. Fisher replied. "Claire explained her symptoms and I have a suggestion."
"What?" I asked with curiosity.
"Have you tried taking a pregnancy test?" She asked calmly while looking at us both.
I glanced up to meet Ashton's eyes and then looked back at the doctor. "No." I responded.
"Take one." She moved over to her bag and started to pack up her things.
"I can't believe you might be pregnant." Ashton exhaled.
"It would make sense if I am. The symptoms are all there." I felt a little more excited then I was scared.
I looked up to look into Ashton's eyes and saw fear. Fear and anger.
"This is your fault." He muttered under his breath.
"What did you just say?! This isn't all my fault! Last time I checked I can't impregnate myself!" I stood up in anger.
Our heads both snapped out of our intense staring contest when Dr. Fisher shifted uncomfortably to the door.
"I'm going to let you two work this out. I left some pamphlets on the bed there and I'll call you when the blood result comes in."
I glanced down at the pamphlets.
Ashton put on a fake smile. "Thank you doctor."
After Dr. Fisher left the room, he turned back to me with a scowl.
"This is your fault! It was your idea to have sex after your aunt died." He exclaimed.
I was very angry now. "Well you had no problem taking advantage." I hissed.
"That's probably because you didn't tell me until after you got what you wanted!" He yelled.
"You think I wanted that! I did that for you. To make up for your birthday. To please your horny self!" I replied.
"So what do you think, huh?! That I am only in this for the sex? That if you didn't do anything I wanted that I would leave you?" He was still angry but there was something else I couldn't quite read.
That's when I suddenly felt faint. I saw white and red blotches and reached for the bed.
"Woah." I said.
Ashton's expression changed to concerned. "What is it?" He asked in a worried tone.
"I'm just...I felt a little dizzy."
He helped me sit down. "Are you okay? I should I bring the doctor back?"
"No, I'm fine." I frowned and looked into Ashton's blue eyes.
I started to tear up.
His face fell. "Oh, Claire." He wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry."
I choked up and my nose began to run. "Ashton...you're right. That was wrong of me. I don't think that. I love you."
"I know. I love you too. I don't want you to think that. I'm just scared, which doesn't make sense because I'm not the one who is pregnant." He pulled me back so I couldn't feel his warmth anymore. "You are the one who has been feeling like crap. It's my fault. I insisted that we..."
I put my hand on his mouth. "I don't want to hear this. The fact is that I might be pregnant. I will take a test and then we will talk more."
I got up and picked up the box of testers that Dr. Fisher had left on the nightstand. I headed for the bathroom.
Good thing I have to pee. I thought as I walked in.
I might be pregnant. How scary and crazy is that?! I never thought it would happen like this. Obviously Ashton and I love each other and this baby would be loved, but were we ready for this. Was I? I was 19 years old and Ashton was 23. He could probably handle this even if it wasn't his original plan, but I was still young. Honestly he was too. Of course we would be happy, but we would also be scared. Who wouldn't be? First time being pregnant is a scary thing no matter how old you are. As a woman it's scarier. You body is king though strange changes, you are feeling weird things you never felt before, and there is always the fear of a miscarriage as the fear of the actual birth.
I peed on the stick and walked out of the bathroom with it in my hand.
Ashton looked up at me with expectation.
"We will have the results in about one minute." I said and sat next to him on the foot of the bed.
And by next to him I mean there was a foot between us.
This was one of the longest minutes of my life. I sat in silence. I held the stick in my hand. All I could hear was our breaths. Air traveled in and then out. I stared at the stick. Then I looked away as the minute came close to and end. I couldn't look at it. I didn't want to look at it. I didn't want this to be a reality. Then I turned it back. I forced myself to face this. I read the test and then pushed it over to Ashton. He looked at it and then at me. I was so stunned that I dropped it on the floor.
Ashton cleared his throat. "Okay." He stood up and paced around the room. "Tell me what you are thinking?" He asked me.
"I...I don't know how to put it into words..." I replied.
"Me neither." He responded. "This is meant to be a happy moment not a...whatever moment it is."
Ashton was right. When a woman first finds out she is pregnant she is meant to run to her husband to tell him that they were going to have a baby. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to feel wrong...to feel unwanted. I wanted to live my child the thing that I created with someone I loved.
How is this any different? So it's the wrong time. Does that matter?
I looked up at Ashton. He had stopped pacing and was just staring at the stick sitting on the floor.
He looked up at me and smiled. "Claire." He walked closer. "I love you. That means every part of you. Which means, I love this...fetus?"
I smiled. "I'm not sure if it's even that yet. It's probably an embryo right now."
We both turned our heads to look at the pamphlets on the bed.
"Shall we learn things?" I asked.
"Okay." He replied and grabbed the pamphlets.
We laid down on our stomachs and looked over the little papers that were explaining our future.