"She's gone Bree!"
"What do you mean she's gone?"
"Just like I say. Gone. As in she's not here."
I walked to the bedroom were Chloe was. It was indeed empty. No sign of Beca.
"She isn't gone. I would have heard the front door."
"Uh, we where rather busy. I doubt you would have heard anything."
"She isn't gone. She knows better than to go out on her own. I know for sure she wouldn't do that, and the front door is locked. She can't reach the upper lock. So she isn't gone."
"Well, she is not here. So tell me where she is Bree."
I had a pretty good idea where she might be. I motioned Chloe to follow me. I opened the door of the spare bedroom and there she was. Asleep at the desk, with her headphones still on.
"I told you she wasn't gone. She must have woken up, and didn't want to bother us."
I removed her headphones and carried her to our bed. Luckily she was a deep sleeper and she didn't weight much. Sometimes caring for Beca wasn't much different than caring for a toddler.
I woke up in bed although I was pretty sure I didn't go back to bed when I was working on my mixes. Aubrey must have carried me back to bed. It was too early for me to wake up, but I couldn't sleep anymore. I had to go to the bathroom. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I still didn't feel well and I was still in the bathroon when Aubrey walked in.
"Beca honey, are you alright?"
"Jesus fucking Christ! Way to go Aubrey to scare the shit out of me. Ever heard of privacy?"
When I realized how I acted I felt guilty. She did everything for me. What was it with the people here and barging in bathrooms?
"I'm sorry Aubrey, sorry I yelled at you. Good morning."
She looked at me with that typical look of her.
"I think we need to talk Beca."
"Can I please finish here before you start?"
She waited for me at the kitchen table. Sipping her coffee. The smell of coffee made me sick. And I immediately turned around to go back to the bathroom to throw up again.
"You wanted to talk?"
"Yeah, sit down. Here is some tea."
"I don't drink tea. Like ever."
"I know. But I saw how you reacted on my coffee."
"You wanted to talk to me?" I asked innocent.
"Yes, and I want a truthful answer from you."
"Are you on drugs?"
"What?! No, I'm not on drugs. I don't even drink alcohol. Seriously? You think I'm on drugs?"
"I'm just trying to figure out what is happening to you. You acting weird lately. I'm just worried about you. And I am trying to look after you."
"I know you do. But I'm fine Aubrey. I'm just stressed. A lot happened lately. And I am still scared my brother finds me."
"I know you're under a lot of stress. I just wanna make sure you're okay.'
"I am fine. No need to worry about me okay?"
"Okay. But you would tell me or Chloe whenever there is something wrong?"
"Of course. Can I go now?"
"And were are you going, if I may ask?"
"Nowhere. Just finishing my mixes."
Something was wrong with Beca, and for some reason she didn't want to talk about it with us.
She wasn't on drugs. I could see she was telling the truth, when I asked her. And still I had the feeling she didn't tell us something.
I needed to think about it. Whatever it was. Why didn't she just trust us? If we didn't ask her, she wouldn't say anything.
She was acting weird lately. She couldn't keep any food down. She always loved sleeping, but now she was even sleeping more. She was moody. Every morning I could hear her throw up, the moment she was up. She was…. And then realization hit me. I was so stupid. Why didn't I see it sooner? She wasn't on drugs. She was pregnant. I was convinced of that.
I poured a cup of tea and walked back to the bedroom. I needed to discuss my feeling with Chloe.
"Chlo, wake up."
After trying to wake her for ten minutes, she finally woke up.
"Chloe, we need to talk."
I gave her the tea and waited patiently for her to wake up properly.
"Sorry babe for waking you up. But we need to talk. And it can't wait."
"What's wrong Bree?" a stil sleepy Chloe asked me.
"It's Beca."
I now had her full attention. She took a sip of her tea before speaking.
"What's wrong with Beca?"
"I'm pretty sure she is pregnant."
"Wait, what? Why do you think that?"
"Chlo, she doesn't keep any food in her. Every morning she throws up, when she wakes up. She sleeps more than usual, she is moody. She has black outs. And about half an hour ago she threw up when she smelled my coffee. And I gave her tea, she drank it instead of her usual coffee."
"You're right about those things. I noticed it too. But I just thought it was stress and a bad case of the flu."
"Do you really think this is possible? I mean...well I'm not sure what I mean."
"I don't know for sure Chlo. But it's possible. It's been almost two months since Bumper did…., well you know what I mean."
"And now? What are we going to do? Poor Beca."
"There is only one way to find out. Come on."
I dragged Chloe out of bed to the spare bedroom. Without knocking I stepped in with Chloe on my heels.
"So when did you plan on telling us that you are pregnant? We are not crazy Beca."
I felt the color drain from my face when I heard her saying that. She was right. I found out yesterday. And I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't even plan to keep it. I didn't want kids ever. And certainly not a kid who's father was my own brother.
"First of all it's none of your business. And second of all, I am not pregnant. It's just stress. And possibly a food poisoning after eating Fat Amy's food."
"That's what I thought at first Beca. But it's been more than four weeks that you have been sick. You barely keep food inside. You are moody. And every morning when you wake up, the first thing you do is to throw up. And your reaction on my coffee. Oh and don't forget about the black outs and the fainting."
"And don't let me get started….
"Okay, stop" I said in tears. "You are right okay. I am pregnant. I found out yesterday. I didn't want to bother you. You two do anything for me. You both put your life on hold for me. And I can't ask for better friends, but I just can't do this anymore."
Before I could say anything more Aubrey kissed me. Leaving me baffled. I just got my first real kiss and I sure liked it.