it had been a few weeks after coachella. dominic wanted something serious, he'd made it very clear many times. although, as time went on i became more disinterested in him and wanted nothing more then just to hookup.
"baby, are you feeling better?" dom asked. he sat on my bed and started massaging my feet. "yeah, i think i just have a stomach bug or something," i mumble quietly, wanting some alone time. i hadn't been feeling all too well, i was constantly snapping at dom and everything made me feel nauseous. "ash, what's wrong? i'm just trying to help, you know?" dom said, kissing my cheek. i sighed, "i'm just sleepy."
i woke up with 2 unread messages from dominic informing me he went to get some food. i sighed and got up, heading downstairs. the house was an absolute mess which frustrated me. i start cleaning the kitchen, mentally cursing myself for not cleaning earlier. i hear the door open and i turn off the faucet. "did you sleep well, babe?" dom asked, placing the grocery bags on the counter. frustrated, i nodded my head and threw the rag away. "the house is a mess, dominic," i say louder than i meant it. dom nods his head and walks away.
dominic starts dinner while i head upstairs. i had told my mom about my symptoms and she suggested i take a pregnancy test. i had it under the sink for about a week, too scared to even look at it. i've always wanted to be a mom but i wasn't sure if i wanted a child with dominic. he was only 21, he was barely starting his career and a bit immature. i walk into the bathroom and set a five minute timer.
i looked at the object in my hand. tears threatened to fall from eyes. i closed my eyes taking everything in. i was going to be a mom. i looked at it again, but this time concerned filled my head. dominic wasn't ready to be a father.
