Grace's POV
*a few months after Chester leaves for New York*
I've barely opened my eyes when I feel the sick rising. I scramble out of my bed and race to the bathroom. I don't even make it to the toilet, I end up vomiting in the bathtub. I sit slumped against the side of the tub, shaking and heaving until I'm done. I wipe the tears that have involuntarily sprung from eyes away. I've been putting it off, but I can't anymore. Not after the past two weeks. Every morning I wake up sick.
"This can't be happening." I mutter to myself, trying to figure out how to clean up the sick.
I wash the tub out and bleach it, not really knowing what else to do. I pull on some sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, leaving my hair messy. I grab my keys off the kitchen counter and head out to my car. Taking a deep breath, I turn the car on, and drive to the pharmacy up the road. I quickly grab the first test I see, just wanting to get it over with.
"Is this you first kiddo?" The lady behind the counter asks, ringing me up.
"Yeah." I answer quietly.
I never wanted any.
"Well good luck." She says, handing me the bag.
I leave, driving home quickly. I can feel the panic beginning to set in. I'm not ready for this. I can't do this.
"Calm down." I tell myself firmly.
When I've reached my house, I go into the bathroom. I just do it, leaving sit on the counter for ten minutes, like the box said. I run my hands through my hair, sitting with my back against the door. My phone timer goes off, marking the test is ready. But I'm not.
"Here we go."
I pick up the test, and look at the little screen. I blink a couple times, making sure I'm seeing it right. The little "+" displayed.
"Oh my god."
I look down and place my hands against my stomach. How can I have a small baby there?
I go out to the living room, sitting down to make the call I know I have to make. I press the familiar numbers, not even really having to look. I can feel the tears welling up already.
"Hello?" Chester says from the other end.
"Hi." I whisper.
"Grace? What's wrong?" He asks.
"I know I shouldn't bother you, because you're busy and all," I ramble, "but I need to tell you something important."
"What is it?" He pushes.
"I just thought you should know, I'm pregnant."
