Just Our Secret - Gruvia

Too distracted to tell the truth

"Ha!" Natsu joyfully cheers as he has the stick with the crown on, indicating he is the king of the first round, "Number two, you must never not be drinking alcohol for the rest of the night."

Cana pronounces her half drunk Baileys bottle to the group of nine, proudly stating "I'd never think of it anyway."

I had been blessed as the fact I wasn't two. My hand still hadn't detached from Lucy's, in fact it was only squeezing tighter.

The whole group was in this death match, and I had no doubt that Levy was evaluating the possible father. She'd most likely slimmed down her options, seeming as Natsu and Gajeel are cut off, Gajeel being my cousin and Natsu being my best friend's boyfriend. Besides, Natsu isn't exactly my cup of tea when it comes to these things. Laxus was an incredibly tall and overly muscular man, heavily tattooed in addition. Besides, he's gay. So he'll be cut off too. That leaves two: Gray and Loke. Loke, a ginger haired man who gave off a sleazy womanizer vibe, however he's actually the complete opposite. I would know... however what happened between us was over a year ago, nothing more came of it and we're still pretty good friends. At the moment, Levy may think opposite.

I'm given a number eight, and this round my emotional supporter had the privilege of being the king. Letting go of my hand, instantly ruining my zen, she glances at the number on my stick and since she knows my situation, she won't use her intel on my number to her advantage.

"Number four, eight and six have to take one item of clothing off." I had lost mild respect for her that she actually chose to use my number. Luckily for me, I was wearing a black and white flannel shirt so nothing that interesting would be exposed.

Natsu, being the boldest person in the room, straight up took his shirt off when instead he could've just removed his shoes. He stood up from his singular couch, chucks his shirt over Gray's face and pecks Lucy on the cheek before sinking back into the cushions. The third person happened to be Mirajane, a platinum haired sweetheart, and she decided to be sensible and kick off her heels.

The stench of Lucy's gin and tonic was about to make me chuck, having to go through the build up in my stomach and eventually crawling into my throat I needed to get to a bathroom. I'm handed a stick, not even taking a look at the number as I was so weary, my head getting fuzzy and I couldn't sit up straight. I lean forward, resting my forehead between my index finger and thumb, soaking my skin by the buckets of sweat my forehead was giving off.

"Juv, you okay?" Lucy's voice whispers into my ear as I rocked back and forth, trying to ease off the nausea.

I shake my head, rest my hand against her shoulder in order to stand up and bolt towards the nearest bathroom, "I'll be back in a minute..." I breathe, no eye contact being exchanged with anyone in the group as I almost leave in one piece.

I speedily walk over to the bathroom, just so it seems like I'm only going to the bathroom or to get a refill, not to remove my stomach orally.

I slam the door shut and not even a millisecond after that my head is in the sink as it was right in front of me and I said goodbye to anything I had eaten that day. This baby already seems to hate me, I can't blame it. I'm not exactly loveable. On top of that, I'll make a horrible mother...

My tonsils were so swollen that every time I threw up the pain would worsen, this pregnancy was infinitely exhausting I was beginning to lose hope. Gray wasn't ready to be a father, I'm nowhere near ready to be a mother... maybe keeping it could be the worst decision of my life.

Finally, the nausea feeling was fading, and I had emptied everything out. I grab a tissue from the table beside the sink, wiping the left over half digested food spilling from my lips. Just then, I jump as the door opens, sighing with relief as it's only Lucy.