Don't Care If I Sound Crazy (A Daltiana Story)

~Chapter 15~

*two days later*

I woke up the next morning feeling a little unwell, but I decided to ignore it. It's Mother's Day today, and I shouldn't be feeling sick. I had to spend the day with my mom. All of a sudden, I felt nauseous. I felt something burning in the back of my throat. I covered my mouth and ran to the bathroom. I dropped down on my knees and threw up on the toilet. Dalton immediately ran after me and rubbed my back.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked.

"I-I d-don't k-know," I responded, "I j-just feel really s-sick."

"Do you want water or anything else?"

"Y-yes p-please."

He went downstairs and came back with a glass of water. He handed the glass to me and I thanked him. I took a sip. That's when something hit me hard.

"Baby," I stuttered, "I-I think I'm p-pregnant. I m-missed my p-period."

"L-let's get tested, shouldn't we?" he said nervously.

I nervously nodded. I could remember this was the exact feeling of being pregnant two years ago.

"D-do you have any pregnancy tests?"

"I-I don't k-know. W-wait, let me c-check."

I opened the bathroom cabinet and looked around for any pregnancy tests and there were none.

"I c-couldn't find any."

"Okay, I'll go to the pharmacy to buy some. I'll be back soon," he said, kissing my forehead.

"O-okay baby, please be careful."

"I will, don't worry," he smiled. I went to the bedroom and lied down on the bed. As soon as he left, Myron snuggled next to me. My anxieties started rising. I curled into a ball and started shaking and crying. I was breathing rapidly, and my heart was racing. Thoughts filled my head. What would happen if it's positive? What should I do? What would people say? What if I lose another child? What would Dalton do if I lose this child? He really wanted to be a dad. Would it be like my relationship with Malcolm all over again? My thoughts were interrupted by Dalton's voice outside the bedroom.

"Shit, baby, what's wrong?" he asked, worried.

"I-I'm s-scared."

"Shh... it's okay, " he cooed, rubbing my back, "Breathe, in and out, in and out."

Dalton held me in his arms for a while and gently rubbed my back. I started to calm down.

"I-I'll take the tests now," I said.

"Here, baby," he said, handing me the tests, "I bought a box with two of them inside, just to make sure."

"T-thanks."

I went to the bathroom and removed the wrappers and caps of the tests. I peed on the tests and put the caps back on. I washed my hands and went back to Dalton, placing the tests on the table. We had to wait for the longest three minutes of our lives.

"Baby, you're scared, aren't you?" Dalton asked. I nodded. He pulled me onto his lap and gently stroked my hair, trying to calm me down.

"Baby, whatever happens, I'll always be by your side. We're in this together, okay?"

I smiled and nodded. Soon enough, three minutes passed. It was time to check.

"Let's check," he said. I nodded. We went to the table and I covered the tests with my hands without looking at them.

"Ready babe?" he asked. I nodded. I looked at the tests one by one. The first one only had one line. I checked the second one: also one line. I was in relief.

"Wait, baby," Dalton said excitedly, "look at them carefully. There are second faint lines."

I squinted and took a closer look at the tests. I gasped at the results. He was right. There were second faint lines. I nearly collapsed on the floor. Luckily, Dalton quickly caught me. At this point, I was shaking and crying. I didn't know what to do. He picked me up and gently placed me on the bed.

"Shh... it's okay babe. We're in this together," he cooed. Just then, I realized something that made things even worse.

"Babe, I had c-champagne two days ago. W-what if it h-harmed the b-baby?" I cried. How could I not notice my pregnancy after feeling really tired and moody the past few weeks? Also when my dogs suddenly became really protective of me. I'm such a terrible mother.

"Let's see the doctor and get everything checked, okay?"

"O-okay."

"I'll call the doctor," he said. He pressed on Dr. Johnson's contact and called her. I couldn't really process what he said, because my anxieties were filling my head.

"She said that she'll be free at 11, so I booked an appointment at that time," Dalton said. I nodded.

*skip to appointment*

"Okay, Ariana, please lie down on the bed and lift your top. We will perform an ultrasound," said Dr. Johnson. I layed down on the bed and lifted my top. Dr. Johnson prepared the machine.

"It's going to be a little cold," she said. She squirted the gel on my stomach and moved the wand around. A blob with a tiny dot appeared on the screen.

"That's your baby," she said, pointing at the tiny dot.

"So cute," I whispered, my voice cracking because I got emotional. Dalton looked at the screen in awe.

"You are six weeks along, and the baby is healthy. It's a little too small for this age, though," she said.

"I was on the pill, how could this happen?" I asked.

"No birth control method is 100% effective, so pregnancy can still happen," she explained.

"W-wait, did the champagne harm the baby?" I asked, concerned.

"It thankfully didn't, but please be really careful next time," she said. I was relieved.

"Also," she said, "you have had a miscarriage before, so this pregnancy is risky. You need to be really careful. You need to get a lot of rest and don't get too tired or too stressed out."

"Is it safe to have sex?" Dalton asked. I sarcastically rolled my eyes at him.

"Yes, it's safe, just be gentle," she responded.

"Alright, that's it for today. Do you have any questions?" she asked. We shook our heads.

"Okay, please come back in two weeks. We will monitor your baby's heartbeat."

She printed out the ultrasound images and gave them to me. We thanked her then drove back home. Dalton picked me up bridal style and kissed my lips. He gently placed me on the bed and lifted my top then kissed my stomach.

"We're having a baby!" he squealed.