Me and You Against the World (Book Five in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

I Know This Hurts (Jaimee's POV)

"No," I thought to myself once more. "This can't be happening."

I stood in front of the mirror after emptying my stomach into the toilet for the second day in a row. So far, I had managed to keep this all under wraps, but its been happening throughout the day too. That's been a little harder to hide, but I was thankful that Pete and Patrick were either preoccupied with Ethan or work stuff. I've just been sitting in my room for these past two days, trying not to throw up constantly. I feel like complete shit, but really, if it's what I think, I can only blame myself.

It is my fault, after all. I was the one who said I trusted Nick, that I loved him. I do, of course, but I should not have gone along with it. I'm smarter than that, or so I thought, anyway. What if it is what I think? Pete and Patrick would have my head, Emily too! And Nick? How would he react? This is literally horrible. There's no way I'm going to be a mom at eighteen. There's no way that I could! 

I looked at myself in the mirror again, a single tear falling down my cheek, landing on the sink with a small splash. I turned to my side and rested my hands on my stomach. What if it wasn't true? I mean, I obviously don't know for sure, but what if my stomach would stay the way it is now? Maybe I wasn't pregnant. Maybe I just ate some bad food or something, or maybe I caught a bad cold. Maybe.

I ran my hands over my stomach, sticking my stomach out a little bit. I glanced at myself in the mirror again, then down at my stomach. I just kept staring at it, imagining it getting bigger in the next few months, then I imagined if it were to stay the same as it were now. I hoped it was the second thing I imagined, because there's no way I could get past telling Pete and Patrick, or even Nick.

"Jaim?" Nick's voice came through the door, startling me back into reality.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, opening the door and walking out of the bathroom.

"You sure?" he asked, giving me the look, letting me know that he knew something was up.

"No," I said, sitting on the edge of my bed, covering my face with my hands.

"Babe, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting next to me and putting his arm around me.

"Can you promise not to freak out?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"Like, for the past two days, I've been throwing up in the mornings, and its been during the day to," I said. "I'm hoping it's not what I think it is, but I don't know for sure. I can't tell Pete, Patrick, or even Em, because they'll be furious."

"O-Oh," he swallowed hard. "but I pulled out."

"Yeah, I know, but there's still a chance," I said. "What if it's true, Nick? I can't be a mom and eighteen! And you sure can't be a dad at eighteen either!"

"Why don't I run to the store?" he suggested. "I could buy a pregnancy test?"

"That might work," I said. "but won't Pete and Patrick ask you where you're going?"

"I'll just say that - Why don't you just come with me? We could go to the store, then back to my place," he said. "We wouldn't have Ethan there to barge in on us, or your parents to ask what we're up to."

"That's could work, but I still don't know if they're totally trusting of me being alone with you," I said.

"My mom's home," Nick said. "That, I know, but she won't bother us."

"Can't hurt to ask," I said. "We'll just say that we're going to get your laptop or something. If they ask why we were gone so long, we'll just say that we stopped at McDonald's or something."