I haven't been feeling good the past month or so now, I can't tell if it's from all of what I have been to, the fact I have started smoking cigarettes again or what, but everything has made be absolutely sick to my stomach lately.

I looked over at Opie as I sat at our kitchen table and rubbed my head, He could tell I wasn't feeling good and walked over to me and I leaned against his stomach

"How you feeling today babes?"

I just looked up at him and grunted, he gain to rub my head and then I caught a whiff of what he was cooking and it made me sick to my stomach, Grilled Cheese usually don't make me sick, but today I just couldn't handle it, I grabbed my stomach and my other hand was over my mouth, I pushed Opie back, almost vomiting on his shoes, and somehow made it to the sink. He grabbed my hair and held it back, Of course the smell of his sandwich still cooking didn't help, but he was being so sweet. He even put a cold cloth on the back of my neck as I vomited in front of him; somehow he even managed to eat his sandwich!

I finally sat down at the kitchen table, I could feel I looked horrible and I didn't think I had anything else to vomit up anymore, I took a quick sip of water, Opie looked at me, I could tell he wanted to say something but was waiting for the right moment to say it.

"Have you thought maybe you are pregnant?" he blurted out fast

My Eyes just got big and I ran into the bedroom, Sat on the floor Rummaging through my stuff, I began throwing stuff across the room, Opie came in behind me and I was looking for my small pink pocket sized calendar that I mark my cycles in, I finally found it after I had managed to throw everything out of our side table. Opie sat on the end of the bed, as I began counting days, doing math in my head and marking marks and notes on my calendar, After a few seconds my eyes got huge and I dropped the calendar.

I just looked up at Opie

"I-I'm a week and a half late" I barely mumbled out

"No need to freak out yet" he said as he pulled me off the floor, onto the bed. He wrapped his fingers in mine and pulled me close to him.
"We will just go to the store and get one of those home tests" he said as he kissed me on the forehead

I began to shake slightly,

"Opie, I have something I need to tell you" He brushed the hair out of my face, and looked me in the eyes

"I-m, Scared" I said as I began to cry, He kissed my forehead again

"Everything is going to be okay, I'm here by your side"

I grabbed my wallet off the side table

"It's not that, I-I had a daughter, but she is no longer alive, I don't want to go through that again"

I could tell Opie had no idea what to say, I pulled out a picture out of my wallet, it was from when I was seventeen, It was of my beautiful daughter Ashlynn,

I explained to Opie, My Daughter, What happened to her and how much it ruined me

"She died seven hours after she was born, I had an infection when she was born and it spread through her body, I never even got to hold her.

Opie hugged, I have never told anyone about my daughter, not even Aaron

"Don't Worry, I'm scared too"

We cuddled for a good hour, and finally decided it would be a good time to head down to the store. Opie offered to go and buy one while I took a bath, I kissed him as he went out the door and I slipped into a nice warm bath. My heart skipped a beat as I looked at myself in the mirror naked, thinking a little being could be growing inside of me.