Okay, so I'm kinda going through some personal stuff and I'm not going to be able to update as much. I'll write as much as I can but I'm really sorry if I don't update as often. The reason it has taken me so long with this chapter is because I have rewritten in like 4 times... not kidding. Nothing i wrote for this made me happy, so I just settled for this. I'm not very happy about it, but oh well. Again, sorry for the wait. Hopefully this works for you guys. *sigh...*
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"Brock, it's January. Why are the windows open?" He shrugged.
"You usually like them open when you cook. Sorry…" I rolled my eyes and grabbed the hamburger meat for spaghetti that had been thawing for a while. I felt it mooch in my hands and my mouth started to water. I cut into it and my head started to spin… That smell is awful… It's never smelled this bad before.
"Is this meat good?"
"Didn't you just buy it?" He asked from the living room.
"I thought so, but it doesn't smell right."
"Well, take it out and look at it." I plopped the meat in the pan and that was it. I covered my mouth and ran to the garbage can. "Where the hell did that come from?" He was suddenly right behind me, rubbing my back comfortingly. I finished vomiting, but stayed by the garbage just in case.
"Go check that meat." He hesitantly backed away and walked over to the stove.
"Honey, it looks…" He sniffed. "and smells fine."
"Well, it was as soon as I picked it up." my voice was still shaky. I slowly sat at the table and he brought me a glass of water.
"That's never happened before…"
"I don't know. My stomach has been uneasy for a few days now. I haven't puked, but I've been getting queasy at certain things."
"The flu's goin around." I nodded.
"I know. And if I get sick, you'll probably get sick and we'll both have to stay home." I sighed.
"It's okay…" He assured me. "Are you wanting to eat? I can make something." I shrugged.
"I'm just gonna go lie down."
"It's 7:30, sweetheart…"
"I'm tired." He shrugged it off and stirred the meat.
"Okay... I guess I'll just have dinner with Dixie then. If you need anything just let me know." I nodded, finished my water and made my way to the bedroom where I whipped off my bra, sighed contently, and fell asleep, not even bothering to change, wash my face or brush my teeth. My dentist-husband would be proud.
I woke up with a pounding headache the next morning… and every morning after that for a week. 7 days… 7 whole days went by with me not being able to go near any kind of food. I ate chips and ice… I really love ice. Crushed ice. And cereal. I was on my home from work the following Friday and figured I'd better stop at the store, I felt hungry but didn't quite know what I wanted. I walked up and down every food aisle there was but couldn't find anything, so I started to wander around and just look at a little bit of everything. I found myself in the kids aisle, where there where scooters and jump ropes and… chalk. My mouth was salivating uncontrollably. What the heck?! Why do I have the sudden urge… to eat chalk. Chalk! I tried to ignore the thought and walked past it, just to turn back around and grab a small box. One little taste cant hurt… I quickly checked out and hurried to my car. I watched the bag in the passenger seat. What did I just do? I shook my head and sped home.
I saw Brock's truck in the driveway and sighed. I took my time walking in because I knew he would have questions. When I walked in as he was just getting up.
"What'd ya get?" I tightened my grip on the bag and shrugged.
"Just… Chalk." He raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"I don't really have an answer for that, yet." He gave me a questioning look for a while.
"Are you alright?"
"No… I think I'm goin crazy, actually." I put the chalk on the counter and stared at it.
"Clearly…" I glared.
"You're not helpin."
"Honey, why'd you randomly go to the store to get chalk?"
"To eat!" I blurted out and saw his eyes widen.
"Eat?!"
"Yes, Brock. To eat. I was hungry, chalk sounded good." he quickly snatched the chalk off the counter.
"You cant eat chalk, sweetheart."
"One little bite wont hurt."
"Yes… it will. This is not editable."
"Then why am I craving it?!"
"I dunno, you're creepin me out a little though!" I put my head down and just started crying… Brock set the chalk back down and hugged me. "Oh, honey. I didn't really mean that… Are you really... crying? You don't cry."
"Whats wrong with me? I'm constantly puking, and tired. I have a headache all the time. My boobs hurt… Brock, you have no idea. Bras kill me!" He unhooked my bra through my shirt and slid the straps down my arms, then pulled in out from underneath. "I want to eat chalk, for cryin out loud! My own husband thinks I'm weird…" He set my bra on the counter and hugged me again.
"You're not weird, honey. You're probably just PMSing… It's alright." I shook my head.
"No…"
"Hmm?"
"That's… wait." I turned around, too fast. My head was already spinning, so that didn't help. I grabbed the wall and waited until I didn't feel so lightheaded, then went to the calendar. "So I… Then… hm… Craaapp…" I thought out-loud. "I should've started on the 24th… Brock…" I looked around the corner to see a wide-eyed, statue. I swallowed hard. "You don't think I…I'm…"
"No… No way." I thought about it and nodded.
"Maybe…"
"You're way too careful to ever let it happen before we were ready."
"Maybe I'm a little less careful than you thought…" I said, with a small, guilty smile.
"What're you talking about?"
"Well… We visited your mom over Christmas break and we stayed in that hotel and you wanted to 're-live' our wedding night… I tried telling you 'no' but you know the right buttons to push and the right things to do to, y'know, and it worked and I didn't want to admit that I was stupid and forgot my birth control… Maybe." he nodded slowly.
"The hot tub… You forgot your birth control?!"
"But we don't know! Maybe it just…" I sighed. "Theres really no excuse…" He shook his head.
"Nope."
"Well, lets not put too much thought into it before we know for sure, right?" He still didn't move. He was just spacing out at the floor in front of him.
"Maybe your period is moving." he said after a few long minutes of silence.
"What?"
"Y'know… how sometimes your period moves…" I snickered.
"No, I don't know." he shrugged.
"I don't know, I'm panicking! How could you forget your birth control?!"
"Don't blame this on me, buddy. It takes two to tango!"
"You could've just told me you forgot it and it would've been done and over with."
"I felt so dumb…"
"Who cares?! I'm your husband for Christ sakes!" He took a deep breath to calm down, but it didn't work. "How dumb do you feel now? 'Oh, I forgot my birth control, but that's alright, I'll just not tell him and then get knocked up'." he said, in a mocking, girly voice. I rolled my eyes.
"You should learn when to stop!"
"Just say 'no', Reba. You should be good at it by now."
"I tried that! Clearly it didn't work. Maybe you should try 'When she says no, that means back off, not do everything you can to try to turn her on until you get your way' theory!"
"Oh, don't act like you didn't want to…"
"I didn't! Until you worked your stupid, stupid magic." He smirked and nodded.
"Yeah, I am pretty good, huh?"
"Brock!" He threw his hands up in defense.
"Okay, sorry…" he sighed. "Lets just agree we're both at fault… some more than others, but…" He mumbled the last part and I rolled my eyes.
"We wanted kids anyway." He nodded.
"Yeah, I mean, we just didn't really talk about it, but I don't see why we're not ready. We both have jobs, we're bringing home a decent amount of money, we have a nice home with room." Now I nodded.
"Yeah… It'll be fine. I think we were ready anyway."
"I was kinda hoping to get them soon."
"Me too. It's been 2 and a half years, we have things under control. Our moms keep buggin us… It's a good thing. Not as planned as we hoped it would be, but we can leave that part out." He smirked and walked up to me. "So, we're happy?" He nodded.
"Of course. We'd be happy no matter what, just had to let the shock go away…"
"Now, what happens if I take a test and I'm not even pregnant?" he laughed.
"Then we get busy."
"Really?" He nodded.
"Yeah, you got me all excited now." I smiled and kissed him.
"Well, lets go get a test then…"
"Shouldn't we just take you to the doctor, that way we know for sure?"
"I'd have to schedule an appointment, I cant just walk in. We'll call when we get back, for now I just want to take an at home test. They're usually right." He sighed, but nodded.
"And if I find out you're eating chalk I'm not going to be happy." He said as he grabbed the keys and walked out. I rolled my eyes and followed him, getting into the passenger seat. I let out a loud and long sigh when he started driving.
"Well, this is scary." He nodded.
"I know…"
"Just go to the little gas station right up here." 2 minutes later we pulled in. I took off my seat belt and looked at him. "You comin?" He shook his head.
"No, I think you can take care of… this." Whatever… I got out and went straight to the aisle I thought they might be in. I saw none. I sighed then threw my head back.
"Ma'am? Did you need help finding something?" I cleared my throat.
"Uh…" I walked to the counter. "Do you have any uh, pregnancy tests?" I asked quietly.
"Oh, yeah. We keep them behind the counter." She bent down and put 4 different ones on the counter. "Which one, honey?" I stared at all of them.
"Uh… I don't know. Which one would you suggest." She smirked and pushed a pink box my way, putting the rest away.
"It's the most expensive, but it's the one I went with… all 4 times." I felt my eyes get wide. 4... She looked about 35ish.
"Oh…" She laughed and nodded.
"Yeah."
"Would you mind grabbin, uh… 4 more, maybe…" She looked up at me and tried not to laugh.
"How many times do you think he got you pregnant, darlin?" I tried to laugh, but it didn't work. It sounded really pathetic, actually.
"I just really like to be sure…This is the first time I've ever taken one." Why did I feel the need to tell her that? I rolled my eyes at my stupidity.
"It's real easy. Ya just pee, and wait." I smirked.
"Got it." I paid and grabbed the bag. "How old are they?"
"My oldest is 16, then 14, then 11 then 7." I smiled.
"Got your hands full, huh?" I asked
"Oh yeah… All by myself. After my last one my husband decided it'd be a good idea to leave me, marry someone else and only call every 5 months." I felt my face fall.
"Wow… They've got a good momma."
"I try." I smiled and patted her hand.
"They're lucky to have you." She smiled back.
"Thank you."
"Does it hurt?" She laughed.
"Like nothin you've ever felt or even thought before. Just get the meds, honey. I thought I was tough girl and had my first one all natural… don't make that mistake." I swallowed hard and she chuckled. "Go find out if you're pregnant first, then come talk to me." She winked and I nodded.
"Thank you." I called over my shoulder.
"Good luck, darlin." I opened the car door and threw the bag at him.
"What took you so long?"
"I was talkin…"
"To who?"
"The worker in there."
"About?"
"Can you just drive?" He rolled his eyes and I laughed. "Hope she doesn't mind me not wearin a bra." He shrugged.
"I don't." He smirked and I shook my head. "Besides… I think she understands, I mean, look what you bought." I nodded.
"Yeah, I guess. But what would you have said if it was a male employee?"
"Not that." I smirked. "Alright. Lets go take that test!" I laughed.
"Wow… I've never heard you so excited to take a test."
"This is a fun one…" I smiled and got out of the car. He was already at the door with the bag in his hand, hurrying me. He held the door for me and didn't even give me time to take my shoes off. He lightly pushed on my back all the way to the bathroom. He waited a few seconds for me to pull down my pants and go to the bathroom, but I didn't. "Do I have to do everything? C'mon." he put the bag down and unbuttoned my pants.
"Brock." He gently pulled on them, but I backed up.
"What're you doin?"
"I don't have to pee…" He sighed, then held up his index finger.
"Hang on one minute, I'll be back." he hurried out of the room and less that 45 seconds later he was back with water. I smiled and shook my head.
"I need something other than water, honey."
"Wanna beer?"
"Brock…" He smirked and left the room again, then came back with a big glass of orange juice. I flipped the seat cover down on the toilet and sat down to drink my juice while Brock just stared at me. "What?"
"You're so sllooowww…" I took my time finishing it off. "Is it workin?"
"I don't know, Brock. Give it some time and it will…"
"How much time?"
"You gotta hot date or somethin?"
"No, I'm just impatient."
"I know, honey, but you're gonna have to be… Yeah… Maybe I do have to pee." He perked up a little.
"That fast?" I raised an eyebrow and he nodded. "You are so pregnant…" He said, but a big grin. I smirked and shook my head as I stood. I quickly pulled down my pants and Brock handed me the first test. I stared at him for a second.
"I don't get any privacy?"
"I see you pee every morning."
"Yeah, but… I'm not peein on a stick." He rolled his eyes and turned around with the box in his hand.
"It says it takes 7 to 12 minutes." he said after a few seconds.
"That's pretty quick!"
"No it is not." I laughed and stood. I buttoned my pants, flushed, washed my hands and waited. And waited. And waited.
"Maybe it's not so quick." He nodded and joined me on the side of the bathtub. We stared at it intensely for what seemed like 4 hours. "Could you go get me more juice? I have 4 more tests to take." He nodded and left with my cup. 30 seconds later saw the results… And Brock was in the kitchen still. I slowly walked out the and stood behind him while he took a sip of the juice. I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind and held the pregnancy test in front of him. He choked and spit a little juice out, then grabbed it out of my hand. He stared at it for a while, then spun around to look at me. I smirked and he quickly kissed me, multiple times as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted me up and set me on the counter, but didn't stop kissing me. I laughed and pushed him away lightly, then grabbed his face and gently kissed him one more time before hugging him.
"I'm gonna be a dad…" He whispered. I let go of him and nodded.
"We're gonna be parents."