Whirlwind of trouble

4

The sun beams through our summer home, the curtains flow in the cool breeze and the luscious sound of the waves crashing against the rocks put me straight to ease. The whole summer vibes are so relaxing.

It's as though deep in my stomach there's this feeling, not bad, nor good, but being in the beautiful heart of Italy puts me straight at peace. But only for a moment or so.

My feet jump out of bed and straight to my on-suite bathroom. My trembling fingers reach for the toilet seat lid and my spare hand clenches my hair back as I vomit.

"Oh shit" I gasp. "I think I know what that means"

I curl back into bed, too much running through my mind. What if this is just false hope? I've wanted a baby for so long, and now I'm hoping so bad that this is morning sickness and not just a common bug.

My father does his usual morning routine, bursting through my bedroom door with a tray of breakfast. A cup of sweet tea and a bowl of granola, yogurt and strawberries. It's my all time favourite, but even I turn my nose up at that and push it way, making sure not to vomit again.

Yep. I must be pregnant.

"Sweetheart? What's wrong? You never scrunch your nose up at your papas breakfast" he sincerely asks, taking a seat on my bed.

"I know daddy, but I don't feel so good. My head hurts and I feel sick" I pout as he raises his hand and places it on my burning head to check my temperature.

"Do you want me to go to the pharmacy and get you some pain killers?" He kindly asks, tucking the duvet higher and caressing my cheek. "I can't have my little cherub feeling poorly on our yearly vacation."

But I can't send my father to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test. Can I? No no.

"I think I'll come with you, get some fresh air, some Italian breeze might cure it right away" I smile, pulling back the sheets and slowly raising from out of bed.

"Okay poppet, I'll go get ready" he smiles, leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. And then I begin to panic. What if I'm not ready to be a mother? I can't take a pregnancy test without ... without the father of this baby present.

So I pick up my phone dialling his number as I pace back and forth through my room.

"Hello baby, how are you?" He coos.
"I'm well... I was sick this morning..." I blurt out rather quickly.
"Oh no, I'm sorry, I wish I could give you a cuddle" he pouts through the phone.
"But you see... I don't think it's a bug, I believe I may be... j may be pregnant"
"What?! That's great baby, have you taken a test?" He beams and it's just the reaction I was hoping for. We had been trying for a baby a while now, but every time we fail until hopefully now.
"I haven't, I'm going to the pharmacy now." Suddenly there's a knock at my door. "I'll call you back baby. I love you"
"I love you too"

My father opens the door and says "are you ready?" I quickly nod and shuffle to the door.

We head to the pharmacy and there's this awkward thing. My father is in here and I can't be buying a pregnancy test with him present.

"I'm going to wait outside, it's nice and breezy." I lie, it's actually scorching hot, but he kindly nods and heads on inside without me. He soon returns with a box of paracetamol and I smile gratefully. "You know what, I'm hungry, do you think maybe you could run next door and get me a breakfast muffin? I used to love them from here as I child"

He cups my cheeks and smiles. "Anything for you my child, I'll be back shortly" and as soon as he heads into the little diner, I race through the pharmacy buying a few tests just to be sure. I anxiously scan the pharmacy whilst at the till to make sure my father had not come in, so I quickly pay and hide them in my bag before I head over to the diner inside.

I waltz Into the diner seeing my father with the bag of food. "Hey, I thought we could sit down and have breakfast" I suggest, taking a seat in one of the booths. So he sits and hands over his muffin.

We both eat our breakfast with very little talk about our memories here. I used to love this diner growing up. I lived in Italy with my father for about 7 years of my childhood, until we moved back to storybrooke but we still visit our Italian home every year for our vacation around my fathers birthday.

I excuse myself from the table and head to the toilets, where I tear open one of the boxes and wait and instantly pull down my trousers and panties as I pee on the stick. I made was desperate this morning to go for a wee but it's known that you should take a pregnancy test from the first urine of the day. So here's to hoping...

I place the pregnancy test on the water system as I sort myself out for a moment. I put down the toilet seat lid and wait for the recommended time. I begin to send him a message but everything I type ends up being deleted and I tap on his user name to call him, but I dare not.

I don't want to jinx myself, or have false hope.

There's a rapid knock at the door followed by an angry yell. "sbrigati signora" (hurry up lady)

"mi dispiace, ho finito" (I'm sorry, I'm finished) i call out, quickly glancing at the test and shoving it in my bag while I quickly wash my hands and exit the toilet.

I can finally breathe. My heart is no longer in my throat and finally I can see clear now that I know the results.
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Part 2 in next chapter