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I sat on the stairs as AJ locked the door. He walked over to me and held out his hand. I put my hand in his and he pulled me up. He then lifted me and threw me over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" I giggled.
"You are way too tipsy," he said. He carried me into our room and sat me back on my feet. I stared at the bed and back at AJ. The night was nowhere near over. I yanked AJ to me by the tail of his shirt and he slammed into me.
"What are you doing? It is late as hell and I'm tired, " AJ said.
"How about I guarantee that you'll sleep harder tonight?" I asked.
I saw his eyes light up as he took on my meaning. He pulled me closer and kissed me, but then he pulled back. "You sure you're not drunk?"
"No," I groaned.
We ended up arguing for about five minutes on whether or not I was drunk. Finally I told him forget it and like I planned he quickly shut up about my being drunk. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up the next morning in AJ's arms like always, but this morning was different. My stomach was hurting and it was NOT from the alcohol I had consumed last night. About a second later I took off running to the bathroom where I promptly threw up in the toilet. When my lunch and dinner up from the previous day finished coming up I collapsed on the floor. The cold floor felt good on my hot face. I wiped my forehead and sat up. I could hear AJ stirring and knew he was almost up.
I got up, brushed my teeth, and left the bathroom. I went to another bathroom and got dressed in there. As I walked downstairs the aroma of scrambled eggs entered my nose. Suddenly I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. This time I barely made it before I began to retch.
I left the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I wondered what was wrong with me. I knew that I could rule out a hang over because I only had two drinks the night before. I ate a little of the breakfast he had cooked and then left to go shopping with Shannah. We went to some mall that AJ told us had some fly clothes and believe you me AJ knew about shopping. The day was going fine until lunchtime came. We were eating near a window when someone walked past me with a plate of I don't know what, but it smelt awful. I don't know what came over me, but I jumped up and raced to the nearest restroom.
When I came back Shannah was looking at me funny.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yes, it's just my stomach," I said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it's just the stomach flu," I assured her.
She didn't look convinced, but she didn't say anymore about it. That night AJ and I stayed home and watched movie's on television. Thankfully I didn't throw up anymore for the rest of the night. But the next day I awoke at the crack of dawn to race to the bathroom. I concluded that I must have some type of stomach virus so not wanting to infect AJ I asked Howie about a doctor and he sent me to his personal one. I made an appointment for the next day.
Until then I didn't tell AJ about my sickness because I didn't want him to worry.
I entered the doctor's office and was shown into a room where I disrobed and put on a blue gown. The doctor, Dr. Mitchell, came in with a huge smile.
"SO you're Howie's friend?" he asked me.
"Yes," I said.
"Well what seems to be the problem?"
"Well for the past three days I've been vomiting a lot and I don't know what's wrong. It wakes me up in the morning like clockwork. At first I was thinking it was hang over, but I haven't been drunk," I explained.
"Well lay down and we'll check you out."
Dr. Mitchell poked and prodded like all doctors, but when he reached my stomach he spent a little more time there. He then told me to put my feet in the stirrups, which I did much to my disgust. I hated the stirrups. After about two minutes he took his gloves off, washed his hands, and dropped the biggest bomb on me.
"You don't have to worry, its definitely not the stomach flu," he assured me.
"Then what is it?" I asked.
"You're just pregnant," he said.
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