I've been waiting

Chapter 29

Sabrina POV

The walk home would take me roughly 45 minutes. Which in my mind was perfect. It gave me time to gather my thoughts. After seeing Mr Jones and having him make me feel at ease, one of the major weights on my shoulders had been lifted. There was one more thing that needed my attention and that was what was happening in a little under 3 weeks. The day I promise to give my all to the man I love. The man who makes me feel almost complete.

The man who makes me laugh. The man who holds me when I cry. The man who has taken me on, warts and all. The man who I love whole heartedly and who I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with. The man who builds me up day by day and who makes me feel at ease. The only man who knows what to say to make me smile.

People always say that life is a jigsaw and one day you will find someone who knows where all the pieces belong. When I visualise my life as a jigsaw, I feel that my pieces are scattered around and there is no real place for them. The edges are worn down and it is like they won't fit together ever. When I throw Michael into the picture, it's like he knows where every piece belongs and has been rebuilding my jigsaw each day.

My little outburst threw some of those pieces to the wind, but he managed to find them and put them back together along with me finding myself. We are equals in our relationship and things will only get better with time. Looking at my puzzle there are only what looks to be 2 pieces missing. It's always the way though.

Majority of the jigsaws out there, there is always a piece missing so they can never be completed. I can't quite see where the pieces belong, but I know at the end of the day Michael will find them. He will complete me.

By the time I make it home, I feel more and more at ease with everything that has happened in the past. I know it that it seems this relationship has moved quickly but when you know, you know. I have a lot of growing up to do and with Michael by my side, being my mentor, my lover, my friend, the growing up will be much easier.

I open the front door and a smell assaults my nose. "This place stinks. Why is it so bad at the moment" I say to no one in passing. I get a burning motion in the back of my throat and I know straight away what is going to happen. I run for the bathroom and fall down in front of the toilet. "What the hell is wrong with me" I say while hugging the toilet bowl.

After I finish throwing up whatever was in my stomach, I brush my teeth. I pull out my phone and call the only other person in my life who will always be there for me

*Phone call*

Jayla- "Hey Sabby. What's up babe?"

Sabrina- "Hey hun. I need your help"

Jayla- "Yeah hun. Speak to me. What is going on?"

Sabrina- "For the past couple of days, I have been feeling like crap. Like serious bad crap. I can't keep anything down. Michael thinks I should go to the doctors, but I don't know"

Jayla- "Ok, maybe you should go. Just make sure everything is alright. It could just be stress or nerves about the wedding"

Sabrina- "I feel so bad. It is like my body won't let me be excited about anything. It just makes me throw up. For example, I literally walked in the door 10 minutes ago and the place stinks I can't put my finger on the smell but it made me vomit. My sense of smell is off the Richter Scale"

Jayla- "Actually babe, don't worry about the doctors. I'll be at yours in 20 minutes"

Jayla hangs up. I look at my phone and wonder what has gotten into her. I pace the house, opening windows to remove the stench around. The fresh air is a comfort. I make myself a cup of tea and take a seat on the couch. No more than 5 minutes later, Jayla is bursting into the loungeroom with a paper bag in her hand.

"What you got there La?" I ask Jayla as she passes the bag to me. "Open it and find out for yourself" She says with a smile. I open the bag and gasp in shock at what is inside. "What the hell Jayla. A pregnancy test. Why the hell would you bring that to me?"

"Get off your butt and go take the bloody thing will you" She all but screams at me. I huff and puff but pull myself off the couch and head into the bathroom. I open up the test and take out the instructions all the while mumbling how much this is a waist of time. I do my business the way the instructions tell me and put the used test on the counter. I wash my hands and walk out of the bathroom, back to the couch.

"How long do we have to wait" Jayla asks with wide eyes. I stare back at her "3-5 minutes" I tell her.

I sit on the couch chewing my thumb nail. Nervous would be an understatement right now. A pregnancy test. Really. What the hell. No actually how the hell could I be pregnant. We always use protection. ALWAYS. But there was that time 3 weeks ago when we didn't but seriously that wouldn't have caused this. There is no way I'm still sitting on the couch chewing my nails when Jayla gets up and walks off to the bathroom. A minute later she walks out with the test in her hands. She passes me the test and I turn it over to look at the little window

"Oh shit"