Still me :*( not owning anything...
Dylan and I spent the next few days just relaxing, we went running (not in human form) and rode bikes and slept. It was wonderful.
Dylan had to do special training sessions and during which I just hung out around the house. Jez and I wet shopping a few more times and everything was really very normal. Or so I thought.
One morning I was woken much to early and ran to the bathroom where I puked up my guts. Dylan was standing beside me almost instantly, holding my hair back. After I was done I sat back and let him wrap his arms around me.
"You okay?" He asked, I nodded and got up to brush my teeth and wash my face.
"I need some grapes." I muttered and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Dylan wasn't far behind even if he looked a little confused.
I got some grapes and a coke and sat down on the couch, turning on the tv.
The days that followed were mostly normal, I got sick a few more times and ate a lot of fruit. Dylan was starting to worry and kept wanting me to see a doctor, I refused.
Jez and I were watching tv one day and she exclaimed, "Fuck cramps and periods! Screw mother nature! She's a bitch!"
"Your time of month?" I asked sympathetically.
"Yeah! Every month! Second fucking week!" Thats when it hit me. My period was always the last week of the month. And it hadn't happened last month.
"Shit on a unicorn!" I yelled jumping to my feet and running to the garage. Dylan was practicing his wildpower stuff so I rode straight to the store without stopping.
My mind was racing as I waited for the test results. I was practically jumping up and down to keep from crying and/or screaming.
"Sam? You okay?" It was Dylan, he had probably felt my emotions through the link. Trying to calm down I looked at the test and time stood still.
Negative.
I breathed again and opened the door to hug Dylan. He stumbled a little and then hugged me back.
I Know its soooooooo short! But I have a plan!