Upside Down

Chapter 6

Cheryl was making dinner for herself and Simon. The pain that had welcomed itself to Cheryl's stomach had slightly worsened. She hadn't mentioned anything because she didn't want him to worry. It was probably nothing anyways and she didn't want him fussing.

Simon came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Cheryl from behind. His rested his chin on Cheryl's shoulder. Cheryl was used to this kind of affection from Simon so it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable.

"What are you cooking Darling?" Simon asked her.

"Lasagne." Cheryl answered.

Simon said something but Cheryl didn't hear. Her vision suddenly became fuzzy and she felt dizzy. If it wasn't for Simon holding her from behind, she was sure she would've fell on the ground.

Cheryl couldn't see what she was doing and accidentally burnt her hand against the scorching hot pot, which she was boiling the lasagne strips in. Her hand shot away from the pot and she yelped at the pain. Her vision slowly came back to her after she'd burnt her hand and she heard Simon speaking.

"What?" Cheryl asked.

"I said are you okay?" Simon repeated.

"Yeah, why?"

"Because you've just burnt your hand and you didn't listen to a word I just said."

"Oh, sorry."

Cheryl clumsily walked over to the sink and ran her throbbing hand under the cold water. She had quite a big, pink mark on her hand and it stung when the cold water went over it but slowly cooled down.

Simon walked over to her. He carried a worried expression and Cheryl knew that he was going to begin quizzing her on what just happened so started to think of a lie to dismiss his concerns.

She never lied usually but she knew he would start making making a mountain into a molehill. She hated it when people did that so a small white lie wouldn't hurt.

"Cheryl, tell me honestly, what just happened?" Simon asked as Cheryl predicted.

"Nothing, my hand just slipped. Simon, calm down, it was just a burn. You know I'm clumsy." Cheryl lied. Simon furrowed his eyebrows and frowned at her. He knew she was lying.

"I know when your lying Cheryl."

"I'm not lying Simon."

"Yes you are. It felt as if you were going to fall, had I not been holding you. What happened?"

Cheryl mentally cursed. She knew that lying was no good.

"Just a dizzy spell. I'm pregnant."

"Why did you feel the need to lie then."

"Because you would've started fussing."

Simon frowned once again but dropped the subject. Relieved that he didn't push the subject, Cheryl walked over to the stove once again. She knew in her gut that something about the way she blacked out, and the now sudden increasing pain that began shooting through the right side of her stomach, wasn't right. Yet she was too scared to tell anyone, or even admit it to herself. So she put it at the back of her mind and continued what she was doing.

Simon could also sense that something wasn't exactly right. So he stayed in the kitchen with her and watched her carefully.

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Since dinner was ready, Simon helped Cheryl set the dining table and get the food ready. The warm smell that lingered in his house made him smile. It reminded him of when he was a little boy and he would excitedly sit with his family in the dining room and happily eat his food with his family. It warmed his heart as he relived those memories.

"What's got you so happy?" Cheryl asked when she saw the smirk on Simon's face.

"Nothing." He said shaking his head.

"Riiight..." Cheryl said sarcastically. Simon stuck his tongue out at her and she did the same back to him.

"Cheryl your cooking is amazing. You know this is probably the best lasagne I have ever tasted." Simon complemented genuinely.

"Aw thank you. I'm glad you like it." Cheryl said. She could feel her cheeks heat up and an uncontrollable smile spreading across her face.

They both ate together, joking and laughing about with each other. Like a happy couple.

When they had finished their dinner, Cheryl took both their plates and cutlery into the kitchen and placed them into the dishwasher. There was already quite a few dishes in there so she switched it on instead of hand washing them.

When she bent down, she felt a slight wetness between her legs. Feeling confused and uncomfortable, she went upstairs to the nearest bathroom. When she pulled her underwear down, she saw blood smeared on it. She gasped in shock.

I'm pregnant, Cheryl though, I shouldn't be having my period.

The bleeding was light, but it still scared her. She was more than sure that pregnant women shouldn't be having periods. She changed her underwear and placed a pad on.

As soon as she was in her bedroom, she went on her phone and began to research what this meant. When she read an article, she was relieved.

It is said that some women get some light bleeding whilst pregnant on the date their period is due. It is harmless and will go away. Cheryl checked the date and sure enough, she was meant to be on her period today.

She breathed a sigh of relief and went back downstairs. Simon was on the phone to someone in the kitchen and the dogs were see sitting on the couch in the living room. She sat down with them and went through her social media on her phone.

She'd been thinking about just posting a picture on Instagram about being pregnant. Or using Twitter. But she didn't know what to say. If she said she was just pregnant, people will think that her and Stevan are still together. And she can't just say: "I'm pregnant with Stevan's child but he doesn't want the baby, and I caught him cheating on me so we broke up."

Whilst in the midst of her own thoughts, Simon's shouting brought her back to the present. She couldn't hear what was being said but knew that whatever it was, wasn't good.

After a minute of shouting, Simon entered the living room, his face in a scowl. Cheryl frowned at him. When he saw her, his face softened.

"Is everything okay?" She asked softly, not wanting to annoy him. He smiled at her, reassuring her that he wasn't upset with her.

"Yeah everything's fine." He replied.

"Who was on the phone; if you don't mind me asking." Cheryl asked hesitantly.

"Sinitta." He said.

"Sinitta?" Cheryl gasped. Simon and Sinitta were extremely close friends. Those two would never get into arguments, never mind full blown screaming matches.

"Yeah. She was just saying some inappropriate things about a person she doesn't even know."

"Oh."

Cheryl and Simon both left the topic and began talking about something else. But Cheryl couldn't help but wander what they were arguing about. To make Simon shout at her, Sinitta must've of said some pretty bad things about someone very close to Simon. Who knew?