Even Though I'm on My Own, I Know I'm Not Alone

5 months later.

I woke up around 4am feeling sick. I removed James' arm from my side and ran to the bathroom and emptying my stomach.

"Eh," I wiped my mouth and went over to the sink to brush my teeth.

"You okay?" James called.

"No." I walked out of the bathroom and slipped a pair of shoes on.

"Where are you going?"

"Relax, I'm going to the drug store. I'll be back." I kissed his cheek and headed out.

I lied. Lately, My stomach has felt bloated and I was feeling sick. I was hoping to Jesus I wasn't pregnant.

I may have forgotten to go get Mirena again once my other one was taken out because they're only good for five years.

"Fucking reproduction." I muttered when I got out of the car.

I awkwardly bought a pregnancy test and made my way back home.

I snuck back into the house quietly and tip toed into the bathroom.

I peed on the stick.

I waited.

"Not pregnant not pregnant not pregnant-"

"NOT PREGNANT!" I screamed.

"What?" James said.

"I said... NO FEVER!"

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"Brooklyn, get up. Time for school." I pulled the covers off over and and put a dress on her over her head.

"BEKAH, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS IN THE TRASHCAN."

"Okay go brush your hair and teeth I'll go get your stuff."

I walked into the living room and put all of her stuff in her bag.

"Did you hear me? I said what is that shit in the trashcan."

"It's just a pregnancy test, relax-"

"RELAX?! HOW CAN YOU TELL ME TO RELAX IF WE'RE HAVING ANOTHER KID?!"

"WE'RE NOT!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?! NOW YOU'RE HAVING AN ABORTION!?"

"James stop yelling! We'll talk about this when I get back!"

"Yeah we fucking will." He hobbled back into the bedroom and kicked the door shut with his good leg.