A couple of days later, Jessica felt a strong pain in the center of her stomach. She quickly called Storm. "Storm I need you to pick me up from work, and quickly." Storm got to the food market as fast as he could. "What's wrong? Are you hurt," Storm said frantically. "It's just my stomach," Jessica said trying not to sound in pain. "Do you need a doctor," Storm frantically called an ambulance. When they arrived at the hospital, Jessica started to puke. "Sir it appears your Girlfriend is pregnant," the doctor said to Storm who looked as if he was being stabbed. "This can't be right. We have safe sex," Storm spatted out quickly. "Well something went wrong and you got her pregnant," the doctor said, annoyed by Storm. "Guys I'm not preg-" just then Jessica started puking in the trash can next to the chair where she sat. "Alright I guess I am pregnant," Jessica said looking out the window. Later in the evening, the doctor and the nurses sent Jessica home with an expected date of birth. "Storm I'm not ready to be a mother," Jessica said about to cry. "Yes you are. If your not ready I'll help you be ready." Jessica huged Storm, and started crying on his shoulder. "It's ok."
A few weeks past, and Jessica started gaining weight. "Storm am I getting fat," Jessica said looking for a honest answer. "No," Storm said trying not to embarass her. "Now know your lying." Jessica said angerly. "Then why did you ask me?" Storm tried to laugh it off, but Jessica looked five seconds from killing him. "Well I'm heading off to work," Jessica said smiling. Storm was petrified in shame and fear.