Ken has to rest, so that's why he wasn't the one that went and checked on Randy. Usually Ken would do it; but he has to rest and he can hardly stand up because he's about to pop. Ok, so he's only seven months pregnant; but the doctor did tell him to rest, so yeah.
A Few Minutes Later: 12:18 PM
I hear someone enter the bathroom and a couple of seconds later, someone starts rubbing my back.
"Fuck." I mumble.
"Do you think you're done now? Or do you still need to throw up?" Jeff asks me.
"I…I think I'm done now." I mumble.
"Ok. Do you want me to help you stand up?" Jeff asks me. I nod my head yes. Jeff helps me stand up and the both of us walk over to the sink.
"My tummy hurts." I mumble.
"I'll give you some Pepto-Bismol after you brush your teeth, ok?" Jeff asks me.
"Ok." I mumble. After Jeff gets me a tooth brush and some tooth paste, he hands the items to me and I start brushing my teeth. While I'm brush my teeth, Jeff flushes the toilet.
"I wonder why you threw up." Jeff says.
"I…I don't know." I say as I spit a mouth full of tooth-paste into the sink. After I finish brushing my teeth, Jeff and I exit the bathroom and head into the living room.
"Why don't you go ahead and lay down Randy. I'm going to go get you some Pepto-Bismol, ok?" Jeff asks me.
"Ok." I mumble. I walk over to the couch and lay down.
"I'll be right back baby." Jeff says to Ken.
"Ok." Ken says.
"Kenny." I say.
"Yeah Randy." Ken says.
"Why am I sick?" I ask Ken.
"I don't know buddy." Ken says.
"You're no help." I say.
"I know." Ken says as we share a laugh.
A Couple Of Minutes Later: 12:23 PM
"Can you sit up for me please?" Jeff asks me. I nod my head yes and sit up. After Jeff opens the bottle of Pepto-Bismol, he pours some into the little cup that comes with the bottle and then hands the little cup to me and after taking the Pepto-Bismol, I hand the little cup to Jeff and he hands me a bottle of water. I open the bottle and take a drink.
"Thanks Jeffy." I mumble.
"You're welcome. Why don't you get some sleep? I'll be here when you wake up, ok?" Jeff asks me.
"Ok." I mumble as I lay back down. Jeff grabs a blanket off of the back of the couch and covers me with it. After giving me a kiss on the forehead, he walks over to Ken and sits down next to him on the small couch.
A Couple Of Hours Later: 2:30 PM
I just woke up, and after wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I sit up.
"Hey Randy. How are you feeling?" Jeff asks me.
"My…my stomach still hurts, and…and I feel like I have to throw up again." I say. Jeff walks over to the right side of the couch; picks up the trash can and hands it to me.
"Ken and I were talking, and…and we think that you might be pregnant." Jeff says.
"What? Are…are you serious? I…I can't be pregnant. I…fuck." I mumble.
"Do…do you want me to go get you a pregnancy test?" Jeff asks me. I nod my head yes and start throwing up again. (A.N. Ken and Jeff have a couple of pregnancy tests in their bathroom, so Jeff is going to go upstairs and get one, so Randy can take it.)
A Few Minutes Later: 2:43 PM
"Jeff!" I yell.
"Jeff." I yell again. A few seconds later, Jeff walks into the bathroom.
"What?" Jeff asks me.
"I'm…I'm not pregnant." I say.
"Is that a good thing? Or a bad thing?" Jeff asks me.
"It's a good thing. I…I wasn't really worried though, because a few years ago, my doctor told me that my left testicle, the ones that contains the eggs, wasn't working right. Like, it wasn't producing enough eggs or something like that. He said I probably wouldn't ever get pregnant. I don't exactly remember what he said. Whatever, at least I'm not pregnant." I say.
"I…I…wow. I'm really happy for you Randy." Jeff says as he walks over to me and gives me a hug.
"I'm happy too, well kind of. I'm still kind of sad that John doesn't want me anywhere near him right now. I know he's probably having one of his mood swings right now; but still. The least he could do is let me see my daughter. He…he took her away from me. I…I want to see her; but I don't think John will let me." I mumble the last part.
"I'm sorry buddy. Do…do you want me to call him for you?" Jeff asks me. I nod my head yes.
"Ok." Jeff says as he gives me a kiss on the cheek. I pick up the pregnancy test and toss it in the trash can.
A Few Minutes Later: 2:50 PM
"I…I just got off of the phone with John. He…he doesn't want to see you right now. He's still mad at you, and…and he said that he doesn't want you seeing Amanda. I…I don't know why though. I'm sorry Randy." Jeff says.
"He…he doesn't want me seeing Amanda? She's my daughter!" I yell.
Another chapter, wooooooo!