Adventures in Babysitting 2

Chapter 2

Lola's POV

For the fifth time this morning, I vomit into the toilet in mine and James' ensuite, as James walks in. "Lola, I think somethingsup. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine." I reply, creeping back to bed. I know I'm not fine, and I thinks it's got something to do with a baby. James raises an eyebrow at me, before sitting next to me.

"You've been sick all morning, Lola. I know you don't usually vomit this many times in... Half an hour." James says. I remember about the test I had left in the bathroom if I ever needed it. I run back in, slamming the door behind me.

"I'm okay, James. I'll be right back." I call out to him through the wall.

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About twenty minutes later, I check the test and it comes back... positive. No wonder why I'm sick. It's the child inside of my stomach. Thanks, kid.

As I have my little rant inside my head, my body emotion on the outside says differently to the emotions in my mind. I slide down the wall, just staring at the test with my deep brown eyes.

That's when James knock down the door. He was obviously really worried about me. "Lola, you scared me half to de-" He noticed the test in my hands and I look up at him with tear eyes. "I-Is it-"

I nod slowly. "That's why I've been sick all morning."

"W-we're gonna be parents. We're gonna be parents, Lola!" James says excitedly. Good for him; he doesn't have to carry another life in him for nine months.

"No need to yell." I giggle, softly as he helps me up. James hugs me ask cry of happiness and fear into his shoulder. What if I'm a bad mother? I can't even babysit three kids without losing one of them. Lola, you have James as the father; James as in the police man who saved you from jail, remember? And you can always ask Jenny for help. Right?