Tfios fan fiction

Part2

At the moment I am in my bed, it is morning I just can't be asked to get out of the bed yet. Well, that is until I feel like I am going to throw up. I quickly turn Philip off and replace him with my portable one before rushing, as fast as I can, to the en-suite bathroom attached to my bedroom. I puke my guts out into the toilet. I won't go into too much detail. Luckily my parents have gone out; they told me half an hour ago that they won't be back until around one o'clock.
When I am done throwing up the remainders of last nights' dinner I flush the toilet and walk over to the sink to wash my hands, and my face. I also brush my teeth to get rid of the horrible taste that is left over in my mouth. I decide to get dressed so I put on some light blue leggings and a plain white t-shirt before noticing the calendar on the door of my en-suite. I look at it and check through the dates. Over and over again. I'm late. I'm a week late. Shit. I think to myself. Could I be pregnant? I think. Well, it explains the sickness and tiredness.
I decide to go to my local pharmacy. Luckily we have two cars and my parents only took one of them. So I grab my purse and the keys to the car and leave the house, locking the door behind me. I get in the car and drive the ten minute drive to the pharmacy.

When I have pulled into the small car park I get out and walk into the store. I look down the aisle with the pregnancy tests. There are so many of them. Which ones do I pick? I decide to get three, each one a different brand and I walk up to the counter where the woman looks at me sadly, as if I were raped or something because I'm ill and vulnerable. I just put them on the counter and wait for her to scan them. Once I have paid for them I take the bag she put them in and leave the store as fast as I can.
When I get home I head straight for my room where I shut the door and lock myself in the en-suite, just in case my parents come home early. It's only eleven but, they could be quicker than they expected to be. I read the instructions and take the tests. I wait. They each say that I have to wait three minutes for the results. And it is the longest three minutes of my life. When the timer I set on my phone goes off I walk, slowly, to the side where the tests lay. I look at each of them, shocked. All three of them shows me that I am pregnant. From the word itself, to the little pink plus sign, to the two pink lines. I am pregnant. I am having a baby. Augustus' baby.

A tear rolls down my cheek. I'm terminally ill and I'm having an almost dead guy's baby. I scared. Though, I am also happy, because this will be mine and Gus' little infinity. We can live on forever in the form of this baby and the children that our child has and so on and so on. I put a hand on my still flat stomach and rub it a little. I'm having a baby.

I need to tell Gus.
As soon as that thought comes into my head I pick up the tests and put them in my bag, I want to show him proof, I also want to hide them so my parents don't find them. I don't want anyone else to know yet, just me and Gus can know for now. I then write a note saying that I have gone to see Gus and that I will be back later before picking up the keys for the second time in one day and leaving the house, locking the door behind me. I get in the car and drive to memorial hospital. Ready to tell Augustus about the little infinity that we created.

When I get to the hospital I get out of the car and lock it before walking through the main entrance. I make my way up to Gus' room and stop outside the door. I take a deep breath before knocking. "Come in." Says Gus. I walk into the room to find him alone, he is the only one in the room, lying on his bed. He smiles when he sees that it's me and I smile at him before sitting down in the chair on the right side of his bed, taking his hand in mine. "Hello, Hazel Grace. What a lovely pleasure it is to see you here on this fine day." He says.

"Hello, Augustus Waters, it is also a pleasure to see you, though I need to tell you something." I say.

"What is it that you need to tell me?" He asks. I take the tests out of my bag and show them to him. He looks at them in shock, but I can see a hint of a smile forming on his face. "You're pregnant?" He asks.