Dedicated To:
SamCabral
Clare's POV.
I sat on the edge of the bathtub. My phone began to play the mashup song It's My Life, Confessions by Glee, Bon Jovi, and Usher. I stood and looked down at the sink and there was the little pink positive +.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
One Week later
I had gotten my first sonogram, without Eli. God I feel bad, I haven't told him. I mean we are married and all. When I got home I hid the sonogram photos and ran to the bedroom, hid in the closet and cried slow loud sobs. Eventually I heard the front door click. Elis home. I Quickened and quieted my sobs so Eli wouldn't find me.
Eli's POV.
I didn't see Clare any where so walked over towards the closet. Then Clare sprinted out to the bathroom and I followed and she began to yak in the toilet.
"Shh, shh, its gonna be okay, you're just a little sick that's all."
"No Eli! It's not going to be okay! Get out!"
I backed out of the room tears staining my pale cheeks. I wasn't loved here, because her eyes were filled with hatred. I walked to Morty and drove to some old cliff.
(Thought)
I put Morty in drive and turned the car off, letting me and Morty drift off the edge.
(END)
I backed off the cliff back to the road and drove home.
Clare's POV.
I puked for a good fifteen minutes more and I felt better than before and Eli walked in huffing and crying.
"E-Eli?"
"C-Clare, I'm sorry! I love you and you're so damn sexy!"
I ran to Eli ripping his shirt off and his skinny jeans with it. My Clothes came off completely while he was still in his boxers, that wasn't for long. After that well no wonder I was pregnant, we had been at it for a week straight.
A week and a half later...
My second sonogram.
"Mrs. Goldsworthy I have some news,"
My breath hitched. I was hoping it wasn't dead.
"You're having Twins!"
I stood up, got pictures and left silently. I had to hide this from Eli.
Eli's POV.
Four days later...
Clare has been puking and eating simultaneously every ten minutes. Finally she took a shower and I was left at peace.
Briiiiinnnngggg!
Awww, Shit!
"Hello" I said less than cheerful.
"Mr. Goldsworthy?"
"What?"
I spat coldly as I glared to the distance.
"You're having Twins!"