"I'm getting tired now, I think I'm just gonna head home." I said honestly and Kristen nodded her head, going to stand up too, but I held my hand up.
"Kris, I can take a cab. Just stay." I said before quickly saying goodbye to everybody and I walked to the side of the road, hailing a cab before getting in and heading to the apartment.
When I got there, I just went straight into my bedroom and changed into my sweats and an oversized t-shirt. I resisted the temptation to feel my stomach to know what it felt like by just lying down on my side on the bed, making sure I was lying on my hands so I couldn't move them. I thought about what I told Hugh and what he told me. It was going to be so hard to do this. If I had my own baby already, if I'd been pregnant before, it wouldn't be as big a deal. I mean, it'd still be a damn big thing to ask of somebody, but at least I'd know what to expect. All I know is what I can remember from health class. I pulled my hands free and looked at the ring my Mom gave to me and I twirled it around my finger, something I always did when I was nervous or scared and right now, I was both of those things.
Demi's P.O.V.
I groaned as I woke up, looking at the time to see that it was seven in the morning. I couldn't figure out why I was woken up until a wave of nausea hit me and I literally ran into my bathroom, flinging the toilet seat up just in time for me to start throwing up into the toilet. I held my own hair back so it wouldn't get in the way and held onto the toilet seat with shaking hands. I hated this. I couldn't keep anything down anymore. It was only a couple of seconds later that I felt somebody take my hair from me and hold it out of my face themselves and rub my back at the same time. Kristen. I kept throwing up into the toilet, my stomach hurting like crazy whenever this happened. I couldn't take any medication either, because there was a chance it could harm the baby.
Kristen waited until I was done throwing up before helping me to my feet and over to the sink so I could catch my breath and clean my teeth. She flushed the toilet for me, rubbing my lower back as I rinsed my mouth out with water then focused on trying to get my breathing back to normal.
"You haven't told Miley how bad this gets yet, have you?" Kristen guessed and I shot a glare in her direction, gripping onto the sink. I never felt so weak than when I did after throwing up like that.
"She doesn't need to know. Everything's fine, the doctor said it was normal-"
"Yeah, to throw up twice or three times a day for a couple of minutes... Dems, you have a three hour window where that baby lets you keep something down. You're gonna get malnourished and dehydrated or something." I hated how she was always right. I hated how everybody around me was always right. I sat down on the edge of the bath and Kristen sat down beside me, still rubbing my back.
"She doesn't need to know... I'm going out with her later, I'll buy some hydrating tablets or something that are safe for pregnant women... I promise." I said, my voice raspy from my latest dose of morning sickness and Kristen sighed, nodding her head and we both stood up before heading back into my room.
"It's only seven and Miley's not coming till noon... try to get some more sleep, okay? I gotta head to work soon, so I might as well stay up." I nodded my head, letting Kristen pull the blanket over me once I'd laid down in bed and I closed my eyes, not even hearing the door close as Kristen left because I fell back to sleep that quickly.