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WARNING: Language

Patricia's POV

I awoke as my tummy threatened to throw up my dinner from last night. I groan and run to the bathroom – just in time. I hear Eddie's footsteps behind me.

"Yacker, you okay?"

"What does it *throws up* eugh, what does it look like?" I demand, pissed off.

"Um… Patricia… Maybe you're pregnant?" Eddie suddenly says.

"Nope. Took three tests yesterday, but all were negative…" I replied as I stood up, flushing the toilet and walking over to brush my teeth.

"Oh…"

"Yup."

"Well, I gotta leave for work soon. See you later, okay?" he kissed my cheek and left to get ready.

'Vomiting's gross,' I thought to myself.

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Later that day

"Come in," I said to Emma as she walked past me and into the house.

"Patricia," she began in a serious tone, "I've been thinking about your behaviour lately and something doesn't add up. It just… doesn't make sense."

"Well what the hell do you want me to do?" I snapped at her.

"My point exactly. Two seconds ago, you were welcoming me into the house, and now, you're snapping at me. Come, let's go to the doctor," she said, grabbing my arm. I shook her off furiously and started to scream.

"NO FUC*ING WAY IN HELL AM I GONNA GO TO A FUC*ING DOCTOR! YOU MADE ME TAKE DAMN TESTS YESTERDAY AND I WAS FLIPP'N DISAPPOINTED WHEN THEY WERE NEGATIVE. I AM NOT GOING TO GO TO A DOCTOR WHO IS GOING TO TELL ME MY RESULTS ARE FUC*ING NEGATIVE!" I finished and broke down completely. However, Emma wasn't surprised.

"To back my point up, mood swings. Perfect. Let's go to the doctor," she said, this time, gently leading me to the front door. I gave up trying to fight her, being exhausted from the break-down.

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At the doctors

"Patricia Williamson?"

I stood up, along with Emma, and went into the doctor's office.

"Hello, Patricia. I'm Dr Shen. Call me Kareen," said the doctor, sticking her hand out for me to shake.

"Yea, hi. This is my friend, Emma," I said, pointing at Emma.

"So you're here for a pregnancy test?" she asked.

"Yup," I replied, sniffing. Eyes still red from crying.

"Well, could you please urinate in this cup and bring it to me? Screw the lid on to prevent spills, please," she added, before handing me a cup.

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I returned to the room in 10 minutes, after just being able to pee.

"Thanks," Kareen said before taking off to the examination room. A couple of minutes later, she came back with an expression on her face.

"Um… Patricia… I'm sorry to say-"

"SEE? I TOLD YOU IT'D BE NEGATIVE AND I'D BE DISAPPOINTED AGAIN!" I screamed at Emma and started to cry again.

"No, no, there must be a misunderstanding. Patricia, you ARE pregnant," Kareen said, looking shocked at me. "I assumed that you didn't want to be pregnant because you'd been crying, and you still look like a teenager…" she said, this time, confused.

"19. That's an adult," I said.

"In the USA, you're an adult when you're 21," she replied.

"Oh… well I took three pregnancy tests and all were negative, and I didn't want to come here, but Emma dragged me… So I had been crying…"

"Those things don't always work, and Emma, you did a good job," she said, looking at Emma. She smiled.

"Is the father still in the picture?" Kareen asked.

"Hell, he better," I said blankly.

"Sweetie, in most cases, the father leaves as soon as he hears the news," she says, with an apologetic smile.

"Even if they're married to you?" I grinned.

"Oh?" she looked so surprised. "You're married to the father?" I let my left hand do the talking. She looks at my ring and smiles. "Well then, all's good, sweetie."

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That night

"Um… I need to tell you something," I said, not knowing how else to start. I didn't even know if he wanted a child or not.

"Sure, Yacker," he said, eyes still glued to the tv.

"Eddie, please look at me…"

"Patricia, is everything alright?" Eddie turns to finally look at me, with a worried expression on his face.

"Yea… uh…"

"Patricia… you're making me nervous…"

"Eddie… I don't know how else to say this… I… uh…" I just broke down, crying. He moved closer to me and put my head on his shoulder. After crying for a good 10 minutes, I stood up.

"Trish…"

"I'm just gonna say it. I'm-"

"Cheating on me?" a nervous Eddie says. I slapped him, hard, across his face.

"YACKER?"

"HOW DARE YOU EVEN SAY THAT?"

"Oh… so it's not… phew… so what were you saying?"

"You idiot," I mumble. "I'm pregnant," I managed to say.

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(A/N: Cliffie! Haha… So? Will he want a child? If not, what will happen to Peddie? Will they break apart? Find out in the next chapter! PS: 3 reviews = next chappy… Luv u guyz!)