Summary:Set after "Love Sick" and "Queen for a Day". Myka becomes pregnant after the events in "Love Sick"
Disclaimer: I don't own Warehouse 13 or any of the characters. It's quit sad actually .
A/N: This was previously called "Complications" by Warehouse13Agent, but I decided on a new direction and changed my name. The first chapter is basically the same as "Complications".
No, this can't be happening to me...why? Stupid juggle balls. I pushed myself off the bathroom floor for the 4th time this week. Throwing up in the morning can only mean one thing and I can't stand to think of it. After a while of debating I finally decided to drive the 90 miles from Univille to Featherhead for the one thing to confirm my fears. I only decided to drive to Featherhead because I didn't want anyone in town to see me. "Be back in a bit", I called as I left the B&B.
2 hours later I pulled into the Featherhead Walmart parking lot and grabbed my purse and got out of the car and headed in. Slowly I made my way back to the aisle I needed, the aisle with the pregnancy tests. Quickly I grabbed one and went to the checkouts. "Congrats," said the checkout lady, "I hope the father takes it well."
"Me too." I just wanted to leave. After finally getting out of the store I drove home.
I ran up the stairs and into Claudia's and my bathroom. I locked to door, took out the bag, opened to test, and read the instructions. 15 minutes later I had my answer, a little pink plus. I was pregnant and Pete was the dad. What am I going to do now?
I sat there staring at the test until someone knocked on the door startling me. "Yah?" I called.
"Myks, dinner's ready" called Pete from the other side.
"Ok, thanks" I called back. What am I going to tell him?Before I left I made sure I hid all evidence of the test and ran down stairs.
"Thank goddess your here, these 'men', and I use the term loosely, are driving me crazy" said Claudia as I sat down.
"I am deeply hurt and offended" commented Jinksy. I laughed so now one noticed how I was really feeling. Dinner consisted of Pete's usual talking with food in his mouth and Artie's usual "children" comments. I hope I could keep my dinner down this time.
After dinner Leena came up to my room and sat down in the chair near my bed. "You want to talk Myka? You seemed really quiet at dinner," she calmly asked.
"No, I'm fine, just tired that's all." She left and I lay down to sleep.
Around 4 a.m. I bolted upright in bed with my stomach rolling. Not again. I got up and ran out the door and into the bathroom just in time. This is ridiculous. After a while I felt someone hold my hair up away from my face. I turned just enough to see it was Pete. "Hey, it's ok Myks, I'm here," he said softly.
"I am fine Pete, really."
"I beg to differ. This is the 5th day in a row this week you have been up puking at ridiculous hours."
"Pete, I...just...thanks."
"No prob Myks, anytime." I was finally done being sick. He started to leave.
"Wait,"
"Yah?"
"Thanks, again." I am such a chicken! I need to just tell him! After I got myself cleaned up and crashed back into bed.
R&R!
