"Paul, my tummy hurts." Stephanie sat on the couch as they drove in the bus, "I throw up a lot. I mean, whenever we eat something that has grease in it, I throw up, and that happens a lot for us. I think something's wrong."
"Maybe you're just sick of traveling." Paul smiled, "but I guess it's weird that it's only greasy food that does it to you." He sat in the passenger seat up front, "how are you feeling right now?"
"Sick." She hugged a pillow and closed her eyes, "I'm about to throw up again, so don't go use the bathroom." She sighed and put her head in the pillow. She sniffled a few second later.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He took his seatbelt off and sat beside her, "you really don't feel good huh? Don't cry about it, honey, we can go to a doctor or something."
"I'm fine Paul. I probably just have the stomach flu or something." She continued to sob in the pillow, "I just hate the nauseous feeling I'm having. Everything hurts."
Paul lied above Stephanie on his bed in the back of the trailer. He was kissing her neck and earlobe as his hand was on her waist. He moved down to her chest, taking a nipple between his lips, "your body looks, different baby." She moaned until he shot up spitting, "what the fuck?"
"What happened?" She sat up and watched as he spit and choked all around the tiny bedroom, "Paul, what's wrong?" She felt a small dribble down her breast where Paul had just been playing, "oh my god, what's that?" She put her bra back on and ran to the bathroom.
Two days later, Stephanie walked out of the hospital in tears. Tony waited outside in his car as she came towards it, "that took awhile. Is everything okay?" He saw her makeup smeared all down her face, "uh oh." He started the car and made his way out of the parking lot.
She started to cry harder, "Tony, I don't want to talk about it." She held her stomach, "I don't know how I'm gonna tell Paul, I've only known him for three months." She looked up at him, "I'm pregnant. Two months along."
He tried to keep his eyes on the road but look at her at the same time, "two months? That's around the time, you and Paul went out to that club and got fucked up." He cleared his throat, "is he gonna be mad or something? Why don't you wanna tell him?"
"I think his career's in the way of having a family." She continued to stare down a her stomach, "how did I not notice Tony? I haven't gotten my period in almost three months, and, now it's all coming to me, I get it now. I'm gonna have a baby."
"Hmm, see Paul having kids. I think you guy will be fine." He drove on the freeway and saw a sign for an ice cream place, "hey, are you hungry?" He pulled into the Dairy Queen lot and shut his car off, "come on. I'm taking you to lunch, or just ice cream, whatever you want."
"I'm not hungry." She pouted as they entered the air-conditioned diner. He hugged her before finding a table, "what was that for? I'm fine Tony." She threw herself in the booth, wiping her face with a napkin.
"You know the second you see my food, you'll be hungry too." He walked to the counter and ordered, then came back with two trays, "here." On her tray sat a cheeseburger, a large fry, and a large soda, "eat up hun, then we can have ice cream." His tray held the same items, plus two hot dogs, "this is the first thing I've eaten all day."
They finished their lunch and got back in the car as Steph ate her ice cream, "thanks Tony, for lunch." She smiled, "I'd hate to ask you for anything else." She hung her head, "how can I tell Paul?"
He shrugged, "I don't know. I think you should just be open and tell him. I don't think he'll get mad. Maybe a little upset, but I highly doubt mad." He took the next freeway exit to the racetrack, "you just need to be upfront and tell him."
"Honey I won!" That Sunday, four days later, Paul jumped out of his shower and walked in his bedroom, where Steph lied on the bed, her hand on top of her stomach, "so, maybe tonight, we could, celebrate." He straddled her and kissed her lips, letting his long wet hair fall around her face, "I need to tell you something."
"What baby?" He turned the light off beside them, he heard her sniffling as he cuddled up into her, "are you okay? We don't have to do anything honey."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him as close as possible, "you said you loved me. I believe you, and, I love you too. And I need to tell you something," she stopped and let him up, "Tony took me to the hospital on Thursday, and we figured out why I've been sick so much. I'm pregnant."
"You're what? You're pregnant?" He kneeled on the bed in shock, "what do you mean you're pregnant? We've only known each other for a little while. And, like, every time we had sex, I was wearin' a rubber."
"Well Paul, there either had to be one time where you didn't wear a rubber or," she tried to talk but was crying too hard, "it broke." She sobbed into his stomach, "what are we gonna do? I'm not going to be able to take care of it if you leave me. Are you mad?"
He shook his head, "um, I think, I remember. Do you remember when we met your parents? And we couldn't wait to get back to the trailer? And we did it in the Mustang?" He nervously laughed, "I didn't wrap up. And then, the next night when we were shitfaced, I probably didn't again. Two nights in a row."
They lied on the full bed silently, just listening to each other breathing, or Steph crying, "what are we supposed to do?" He asked, fidgeting his fingers.
"I don't know. I've never been pregnant before." She bit her lip, "Shane and Marissa weren't very happy when she was, I don't want to be like them."
He looked over at her and sighed, "how old are you anyway? I don't think I ever got that. You just said you were under twenty-one. How younger than that?"
"I'm nineteen." She stuttered, "how old are you?" She thought about trying to talk about something else, but it was useless, "how are we gonna have a baby in a trailer? And you being married to someone else." She held back another round of tears, "I'm kinda scared Paul."
He nodded, "I'm scared too. It's good that you're over eighteen, I'm twenty-three. I'm not mad, and I'm not gonna leave you pregnant with my kid, I promise you that." He looked around the extremely small bedroom, "I guess we could put a crib or something in that little corner over there. Other than that, I don't know about how this is gonna happen in this trailer." He put his arm behind his head and rested his hand on her stomach, "we're gonna be happy baby, I promise."
I have Myspace accounts hooked up with this story, I was thinkin' of being kinda, interactive, maybe, I don't know, if it turns out cool, I'll go with it, or Myspace accounts can always be canceled.
Paul's- myspace .com/deskjet1810
Tony's- myspace .com/lime_green_hatchback
You'll have to type it in. I have one for Steph, and Shawn will soon be in the picture, but their's aren't done quite yet. Although they're all listed as friends.
