Chapter 1. Positive
Positive. That's what it said. Ruthie was inn the bathroom staring at the stick in her hand. According to this she was pregnant.
"Ruthie are you okay," Lucy asked as she knocked on the door.
"Um… yeah I'm fine"
Ruthie quickly got rid of any evidence that she was pregnant, and walked out of the bathroom and straight into her room. Lucy looked at her in concern.
When Ruthie was finally alone in her room she started to think 'I can't believe I'm pregnant. How am I going to tell everyone?'
Later that night.
"Hey what's for dinner," Ruthie asked as she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Oh I thought I should try something new, so I made a whole seafood dinner."
"Oh"
"Ruthie could you set the table for me, please"
"Sure."
As Ruthie was setting the table Martin walked into the kitchen from the back door.
"Hey Mrs. Camden, hey Ruth," Martin said as he walked over to Ruthie and gave her a kiss.
"Perfect timing Martin, dinner's ready," Annie said then she turned and yelled uo the stairs that dinner was ready.
As soon as everyone was downstairs they started eating. Well, except for Ruthie who was just poking at her dinner.
Lucy noticed this and asked, "Ruthie are you okay? Why aren't you eating?"
"Oh um… I am I was just thinking for a minute"
Lucy gave Ruthie a weird look, and so Lucky would stop bugging her, Ruthie took a little bite of her meal.
Ruthie knew that Lucy was suspicious, but she couldn't tell Lucy what was up. Lucy has a mouth the size of Texas, maybe even bigger.
Once Ruthie took a bite she felt sick to her stomach. But she kept taking little bites of her meal anyway, so no one would think that something was up.
After dinner Ruthie felt ten times worse than before. When she tried to stand up she was so dizzy that she fell right back down in her seat.
"Oh my goodness, Ruthie are you okay? You look green," Lucy asked in concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
As soon as Ruthie was able to stand up she ran into the bathroom to puke. Martin saw this so followed her, and held her hair back.
When Ruthie was done Martin felt her forehead.
"Ruthie you're burning up. Let me take your temperature."
"Okay," was all that Ruthie could say.
"One- hundred and six, Babe we got to get you to the hospital!"