How He Broke

Only The Start (Sage's POV)

It's been about a month since I told Tate I was pregnant. Ever since then, he's been seemingly over protective.

Everywhere I go he's right there behind me to make sure I don't run into anything, and that nobody runs into me.

This morning I was rudely awakened by a strong urge to vomit; morning sickness.

I've had morning sickness the past couple of days to the point it was almost routine now. I got out of bed and quickly rushed into the bathroom to throw up my meal I had the other night.  

Besides Skyler and Tate, my mother was obviously the first person I told that I was officially pregnant.

To my surprise she was extremely calm about it, excited even. Her response when I told her was, "Oh thank god I won't be an "old" grandma.".

Along with Tate, my mother has been there for me every single step of the way.

"Morning sickness?" My mother asked as she walked into the bathroom.

I nodded, my head still practically shoved in the toilet.

"Yeah." She laughed as she rubbed my back. "I remember that it was pretty bad for me too when I was pregnant with you."

"It's terrible." I groaned before throwing up for seemingly the thousandth time.

"But it's worth it in the end." She said, a failed attempt to make me feel better.

I groaned, finally deciding I was done throwing my guts up as I stood; feeling extremely light headed.

"I made you breakfast." My mother smiled as she helped to keep me steady, walking me over to my bed.

"Oatmeal and apple slices."

The smell almost caused me to vomit again, but I managed to suppress it.

"I know it probably doesn't seem very appetizing, especially because it kind of looks like what you threw up earlier, but believe me, it's fantastic." My mother practically read my mind, giving me an encouraging smile.

I nodded, settling into bed before I began eating.

"Is Tate coming with us to your ultrasound later?" My mother asked in an attempt to make small talk, distracting me from my lack of appetite as I forced myself to eat the meal she had prepared.

"Yeah." I answered, and as if on cue there was a knock on the door.

"There he is." She laughed, standing before she pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I'll come get you two before it's time to go."

I nodded, watching as she exited the room to go and greet Tate.

I continued spooning oatmeal into my mouth, my hand shaking. 

"Hey baby number one and two!" Tate greeted with a huge grin as he entered.

"Hi." I greeted flatly, causing Tate to frown.

"What's wrong?" He asked, sitting down beside me.

"Morning sickness." I answered. "I feel so weak and gross I can hardly hold the spoon let alone stand long enough to take a shower."

Tate frowned, taking the spoon from my hand. "Let me do it for you then."

I didn't fight back, I had no energy to do so.

Hardly into my first trimester and it was already taking a toll on me. I didn't even have a bump yet and I was exhausted. Maybe I was just emotionally drained from everything.

Tate lifted half a spoonful of oatmeal to my lips, waiting for me to take it.

He continued this process until it was all gone before feeding me the slices of apples.

"Are you looking forward to your ultrasound?" Tate asked as I took a bite from the slice he held up for me.

I shrugged.

"I know I am." He smiled.

I knew Tate was just trying to distract me from how disgusting I felt, and I really did appreciate it; but I still didn't feel good because of earlier, so I wasn't really looking forward to doing anything that included me having to get up out of this bed.

Once I had finished he helped me stand so I could shower, even waiting outside the door encase I found myself too weak to continue on my own.

I felt so overdramatic. Needing help standing and being fed, but I was just so drained. I was physically and emotionally exhausted from having to throw up every single morning, and sometimes even throughout the day. I was drained from having to go to all the preliminary doctors appointments only to hear that everything was absolutely fine still. I was drained from looking in the mirror everyday waiting to see even the smallest changes. I was drained from having to explain what I was feeling to Tate. I was just drained from it all.

"I just want a bump already." I told Tate once I was out of the shower and dressed, now waiting for my mother to tell us it was time to go. "Maybe then I'll start feeling better about everything."

Tate nodded in agreement.

"What are we going to do when school starts?" He asked, taking my hand.

"I don't know." I sighed.

We go back to school next week, our senior year. Everyone would eventually know I was pregnant because it would start to show. I didn't want to face the criticism of my classmates, feeling their judgemental gazes as I walked past.

"They'll figure it out eventually I guess." I answered.

There was a knock at the door, "Guys, it's time to go." My mother spoke. 

Tate and I stood, making our way towards the door. 

Tate held his hand against the small of my back, guiding me along out to the hallway and down the stairs, as if he was worried I would try and run away. Which in actuality, didn't sound like that bad of an idea. 

The ride to the ultrasound appointment was silent. I received the same information; everything was fine. We scheduled my next appointment before heading home. I just wanted a bump. Then everything would start to get easier...