Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Thirty-Five

Tiana

I was pissed off. After visiting the toilet, for one of my many puking sessions. I went downstairs. To my surprised, they were still here. If I had known, we were going to have company today I would have at least dressed for the occasion. But what does it matter.

Then again, I wasn't feeling hot today. I was feeling lazy. I just wanted to curl up underneath the sheets and sleep the day away. My shoulders, brushed against Rebecca's and she stared at me. I glanced at her briefly. A look of annoyance flashed across, her face. Long dainty fingers curled around her coffee cup. Gagging internally, I pulled the fridge open.

Everything inside the fridge was a huge turn off. Grabbing, the container of my left over vanilla ice cream from the fridge. I kicked the fridge door close. Pulling the cupboard open, I picked up the last sardine. I then brought my findings, over to the counter.

I was aware of everyone staring at me, in horror but I didn't care. I was craving ice cream and sardines. Licking my lips, I ripped off the lid off the sardine. I then dumped it in the ice cream.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Rebecca said.

Grabbing a clean spoon from the drawer, I stirred everything together. My mouth watered.

"Um Tiana, are you going to eat that?" Tristan asked, sheepishly.

"Mhmm!" I hummed with glee. I then shoved a mouthful in my mouth. The taste of fish and vanilla exploded on my tongue. I groaned in bliss. "This is soooooo good!"

"I beg to differ." The guy, named Jessie said. He was looking a bit green. What does it matter to me? I shoved another mouthful in my mouth.

"How can you even stomach that?" Nathaniel asked, in horror.

I swallowed my mouthful of ice cream. ".... this is the only thing, that seems to stay down these days."

At the sound of that, the brown haired girl looked at me in curiosity. Her eyes dropped to my stomach. I stiffen, as her eyes scrutinised me. Could she tell? Lifting her coffee mug, to her lips she took a long drink.

"How long have you both known each other?" She asked.

"We've known each other for four or three months give or take." Tristan answered.

My stomach rolled. What was she getting at?

Her eyes, continued boring a hole in my stomach. "I crave weird things all the time as well."

Tristan cocked his head at that. "Mn?"

Leaning back, she rubbed her stomach. "I'm in my first trimester."

"Well damn. Nathaniel didn't waste any time." Tristan said, with a smirk.

"You didn't waste any time either. I'm guessing your girlfriend is in her first trimester or is it her second."

The cup in Tristan's hand, slides from his hand. He spun around so fast in his seat, his chair wobbled to the side. His face was ashen, as he stared at me. "Y... you're pregnant?"

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