One week later
"Gray, I think I need to go to the doctors. I've been throwing up non-stop and I feel sick all the fucking time. I need to go to the urgent care ." Mag says in a distressed tone while her head is leaning over the toilet.
"Don't be so dramatic, I'm pretty sure you just have the flu. It's going to be okay." Grayson says reassuringly and pats her back.
Magenta thinks of all the possibilities on why and how she feels sick. Then she remembers that her and Grayson recently had sex and how he forgot to put a condom on. 'Oh shit, my ass just might be pregnant.' Magenta eyes widened as that thought ran through her head.
It all made sense, the hunger, missing her period, and of course the throwing up.
Grayson saw she was alarmed.
"What's wrong?" he asked tensely.
"N-Nothing, I just remembered I have to go train today and you know if I miss a day, Mike would be not so happy with me." She got up off the floor and went to the sink to wash off. Mag regrets lying to her faithful husband, but she was scared. She just wasn't ready and plus it was just a possibility, right?
"You can't go in today, you're sick! I'm pretty sure Mike would understand." Grayson grabbed her arm.
"Look I have a match in less than two months, I don't have time to slack off. You're not convincing me otherwise." Magenta says bothered, pulling her arm away. Magenta shoves Grayson out the way and gets ready to go to the store.
"Stop being so stubborn and just stay. Your health is more important than some match. Please babe, just stay."
Magenta sighs. Should I just tell him that I'm just going to the store to pick up a pregnancy test? No, what if he freaks out and leaves. No. Just lie. It's easier to just lie. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What do I do?What do I do?What do I do? Maybe I'm just overthinking. He's my husband anyways, he can't leave me. This isn't high school .
"Um. Look. I'm actually not going to train."
Mag says shakily.
"Where are you going then?" Gray says slightly irritated that Mag lied to him.
"I'm going to the store."
Okay no going back now, just tell him.
"Why the hell didn't you just tell me that? There's no need to lie about that. Why would you lie about that anyways"
No, you can't tell him. Grayson and I aren't even ready for a kid. I also hate kids. Fuck. Just lie.
"Sorry, I'm not thinking straight. I don't know why I'm lying for no reason. Sorry babe."
"It's alright just please tell me the truth next time. You were getting me all worked up over nothing. Almost about to give me a fucking heart attack." He said relieved.
"Alright well I'm going to go now" Mag grabs the keys and heads for the door.
"Okay, also bring me some chips while your at it. Please!" Grayson yells .
"What kind?"
"Uh, the good kind?"
Magenta giggles at his silly response.
"Hm, alright then. Okay adios!" Magenta shuts the door quickly before Grayson could even say bye.
Magenta holds the third pregnancy stick. Shaking her leg nervously while being in the store bathroom. Please, please, just be a lie. Please be negative.
Positive
Magenta dropped the stick in disbelief.
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Alright, so uhm. I am #104 in boxing. Whaaaat. I really thought nobody would read this story. Deadass. Thank you guys so much for voting and reading my fanfic. Really appreciate it. Im not going to lie, I feel like this story is going to shit, but I can't give up. And im soooo sorry for lagging. Don't mean it. Just felt unmotivated and been going through some things, you know? But that's life for ya. Also give me some ideas or advice on what I need to add or fix. I'm really open. Anyways, thank y'all for reading. ❤️❤️
