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

It Was Meant To (Patrick's POV)

Its been a while since Nick and Jaimee left, and honestly, I'm getting a little nervous. It's not that I don't trust them alone anymore, it's just that I'm ... worried. Worried for the well-being of my daughter. I want to not be able to have to worry about her when she's alone with Nick, but after the other day's antics between the two of them, mine and Pete's trust towards her has definitely been a little strained.

Whenever Nick comes over, the two of them are not allowed to be alone in her room, alone anywhere really, and they're not allowed to be too lovey together. I really hate having to be the devil's advocate and having to make the rules about those things, but Jaimee made a bad decision and she knows the consequences. So far, though, she's been pretty good about the rules. We've only have to talk to her once about not being too lovey, but she understood and took it well. I think she's finally realizing what she did and what could have happened. 

I can tell Pete's been a little stressed about all of this too. He's been pacing a lot, especially when Nick and Jaimee go out together just to pick up groceries for us or something. I tell him to calm down, but I totally understand the way he's feeling right now. I'm stressed about it too, don't get me wrong, but I'm trying to hide it. It may seem like he and I are overeacting, but I don't think we are. Our seventeen year old daughter could have gotten pregnant, for christ's sake! That's pretty serious, if you ask me. I mean, we've always talked to her about the consequences of unprotected sex and things like that, but she apparently didn't want to listen. I understand if you're with someone for as long as Jaim's been with Nick, and you think that you're ready, but if it's your first time and you're her age, you should use protection. It's common sense. 

"Hey guys," Jaimee and Nick walked into the house, snapping me out of my thoughts, and scaring Pete a little.

"Hey baby girl," Pete smiled. "How were Jack and Em?"

"Good, actually. Em's looking pretty exhausted though," Jaimee chuckled.

"I know the feeling," Pete smiled. 

"So, what's up with you guys?" I asked, being able to read my daughter's face, and being able to tell that something was up. Just looking at her, you could tell she wasn't herself.

"Guys, can I talk to you?" Jaimee asked.

"Yeah," I smiled. 

"I'm going to go. My mom wants me home tonight," Nick said, kissing Jaimee, saying bye to us, then leaving. Well, that was a little weird, if you ask me.

"Babe, what's up?" Pete asked.

"Can I just explain everything before you guys jump to any conclusions?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Okay, so basically, the past two days I've been feeling like complete and utter shit. I've been throwing up, so I obviously thought the inevitable. So this morning, Nick knocks on the bathroom door and asks me if I'm okay. I walk out and just explain everything to him. He gets scared, and so that's when we said we'd just tell you guys that we were going to get his laptop from his house. We didn't go to his house, right away at least. We went to the store, bought a stupid pregnancy test, then finally went to his house and I took it. I came up negative," she breathed a sigh of relief. "so obviously Nick and I were relieved, but I still felt absolutely horrible and didn't know why I was throwing up. So, that's when I texted you, asking if we could go see Emily and Jack. So we went there, and I talked to Em. She said that I needed to tell you guys everything and tell you what I was feeling. She said it was better than stressing over everything going on," she finished explaining, sitting on the couch next to Pete and starting to cry.

"Geez, Jaim," Pete pulled her into his arms.

"I don't know what's going on," she said, sniffling. 

"What are you feeling, baby girl?" I asked, sitting next to her and putting my arm on her back.

"I'm obviously nauseous, I'm super achy, my stomach hurts, like, really bad, I have a sore throat, and I'm having like super bad hot/cold flashes," she said.

"Come here," I said, sitting her up and putting the back of my hand to her forehead. "Yeah, you've got a fever."

"I feel like shit," she said.

"It almost looks like you've got a rash on your face too," Pete added. "Baby, you need to go lay down. Patrick and I will get you into the doctors, okay?"

Jaimee nodded, getting up and walking up the stairs. I got up, went into the kitchen, grabbed an old bucket we had under the sink, then went upstairs. I walked into Jaimee's room, then set the bucket at the side of her bed. I went into ther bathroom and get her a cool rag, then set it on her forehead. I went back to the kitchen and got her a glass of water, then brought it back up to her. I told her to call if she needed anything else, then I went back downstairs, leaving her alone to rest.

"Well, that was a lot that already happened today," Pete said as I sat on the couch next to him.

"Yeah, definitely," I said. "I wonder what's up."

"I'm just glad she isn't pregnant," Pete said.

"I can agree to that one-hundred percent," I said. "I'm just glad Ethan was outside the whole time."

"Yeah," Pete chuckled. "Well, we'd better call the doctor's office."

"Good idea," I said, getting up and going to the phone.

I found the doctor's office number on the fridge, then dialed it. After two rings, a cheery woman answered, asking what she could help me with. I explained everything, telling her who our doctor was, then asked if he had any openings in the next day or so. She checked, then said that he had an opening tomorrow at two. I told her that that was fine, so she booked us, then I thanked her and hung up. 

"Tomorrow at two," I said, sitting back down by Pete.

"Good," he smiled, laying down and resting his head on my thigh.

what the fuck even is this chapter why the hell am I posting this shit what the fuck is this shit please don't hate me because this is so bad I promise you things will definitely pick up not the next chapter or two, but the ones after that, since it'll probably be baby timeeeeee

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