Far too Damaged... (Jason Dean X Veronica Fan - Fic)

Chapter 8~ Life feels like death

"God Veronica that's the fourth time you've been to the bathroom in the last three hours" JD chuckles as I make a run for the toilet. Ever since last weekend I've been feeling like death, I'm constantly throwing up, have a strange craving for fruits, and I'm due a period but it's been skipped.
I already took a pregnancy test which came back negative although this sickness could only hint at pregnancy so here I am once again taking another test. I sit waiting till I can turn the small tube over hoping, no praying I'm not. How would he even react if I said I'm pregnant he'd be angry probably tell me to abort it.
Cautiously I pick up the test and bring it to my face inhaling deeply before I flip it over.
"SHIT" I gasp clear as anything I see the positive symbol staring back at me.

I'm pregnant.
How the hell do I break the news to JD, we've never even spoken about having children and now we're carrying one. Just to be sure I'm gonna take another test tomorrow however I already see that I'm with child.

I stuff the test into my blazer pocket and splash a bit of water on my face. He doesn't need to know yet. Thankfully JD is clueless when it comes to female workings meaning he won't catch on until I can start to show. SHIT! What will I do when I start to show?

Just as I'm gathering my thoughts as if on cue in walks JD with a concerned expression on his face.
"You okay in here Ronnie?" He asks curiously. Stepping behind me and his hands on my shoulders, massaging gently.

"Yeah I'm great now" I manage but my voice betrays me coming out as barely a squeak.

"you don't sound it what's wrong?" JD says softly continuing to rub my shoulders.

"Nothing I'm good"

"Ronnie"

"God JD would you just shut up!" I snap and storm out of the bathroom, of course, I can hear his footsteps behind me so I continue to head for the stairs walking two at a time just to get away faster.

I head straight for the small yet comfortable bedroom I claimed as my own despite usually sharing the biggest of the bedrooms at night with JD. The room is the perfect place to think and right now that's exactly what I need to do, think, think about how the hell I can hide this from my psychotic boyfriend!

Upon reaching the room I quickly slam the door shut behind me and click the lock in place just like I expected a few seconds later there he is, JD banging viciously on the door. I hear him shouting through the wood.

"Veronica! Come on open up, talk to me Baby"

"Leave Me alone!" I hiss back loud enough for him to hear, it doesn't change anything, of course, he's still continuing to bang.

"Veronica! Open this fucking door before I blow the fucking locks off myself!" He screams

Hesitating I walk slowly over to the door and unlock it, making my way over to the bed and flopping down onto the mattress my face burying into the pillows. I hear Jd sit down on the bed and feel his hand rub up and down my back in an attempt to calm me down.

"Come on talk to me." He says so quietly his voice is barely even a whisper.

The only good enough excuse I can muster up is "My head is killing me, I need to rest" which I say through the pillow without even meeting his gaze. He makes a noise of exception but rather than leaving decides to move up and lie right beside me on the small bed. His body practically squished up against the corner, I roll onto my back and snuggle up to him out of habit. JD holds me close to his chest planting a sift kiss on my forehead then resting his chin on the top of my head.

I'm not sure how long it took me to fall asleep after that but when I wake up I'm lying under the covers and my blazer hangs above the door. Panic instantly runs through my mind as I scurry over to the item of clothing I shove my fist into the pocket which the test was in and my worst fear comes true. It's gone. Thinking I may have gotten the wring pocket I frantically check all of them but no suck luck. I thought I'd have at least a few weeks to prepare myself to tell JD however turns out I have a matter of minutes.

I slowly shuffle down the stairs and there he is sitting on the sofa examining an object in his hands its small and white and once I reach the bottom of the stairs and his gaze snaps up to meet mine his expression confused yet softened I realise that the item he is holding is none other than the pregnancy test which should've been in my blazer...