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He couldn't sleep. It was 2 in the morning and he was wide awake. Yes, he was drop dead tired. But he could never really sleep in new places, especially one where he knows he could be in danger of death. With the two days he was in New York City he probably received five hours in sleep total, and most was from jet lag.
His mind wonders towards Olivia. Yeah, she was rude. Yes, he'll admit she was bossy and was far too annoying, but he couldn't help the ping in his chest to tell him to trust her. Wen turned on his side, trying to get comfortable to get some type of sleep. Though, he knew he wouldn't.
Finally, giving up, Wen yanked the cold white sheets of his body, showing his long pajama pants and his black muscle shirt, and he flung his legs towards the side of the double bed. His bare feet meeting the cold wooden floor boards and he tiredly walked towards the kitchen. 'Maybe eating would help me fall asleep.' He thought though he knew it wouldn't work. The only food they stored was macaroni, but they ate that, water bottles, peanuts, sun flower seeds, and ice cream. He decided on the ice cream...
But as Wen walked towards the kitchen, he noticed Olivia's door wide open. Her light was on and she wasn't in her bed. Also he noticed the bathroom door shut. He stopped and looked at the bathroom door. The light shinned under the cracks from under the door. Shrugging it off, he turned his heels, only to hear the door open. Turning once more he spotted Olivia walking out and turning the light off behind her.
She obviously just woke up. Her hair was down and still slightly curled from earlier, but messier. Her makeup was only lightly on her face, and her eyes were trying to adjust to the bright hallway. She wore a yellow tank top, her pink bra strap fell down her shoulder but he knew she didn't care. She wore blue shorts that said along one of the pant legs, 'I love New York', that cut on her high thigh. He knew the logo was being overly used, but he had to admit, she looked good in them. He shook his head, 'no, you don't have feelings for her.' He mentally thought and debated if he did.
He noticed her hand on her stomach, and noticed she had her hand placed on her stomach a lot. He always thought it was a 'girl thing' or it was a nervous habit she picked up, but he only really noticed when they visited the police station. She turned her head towards him and was a bit token back from what he saw. "I um... Wen, hi, what are you doing up?" She asked, obviously confused.
"I was ugh, getting something to eat." He shrugs, "Couldn't sleep. Are you alright?"He asks. He had to, it seemed as though she was being bothered. And with him being the gentleman his mother raised him to be, he had to ask.
"Ugh," she looks back at the bathroom and nervously back at him. "Y-yeah. I was just um, yeah- I couldn't sleep either."
She gives him smile but he knows she lying. Her hair, eyes, makeup and overall aura concluded she was fast asleep and woke up to use the restroom.
He just nods, what was he supposed to say? "Um, do you wanna grab a scoop of ice cream or some-? He starts to ask, but he stops when she turns around towards the bathroom, opens the door, turns the light on and runs inside. He's confused, but that doesn't stop him from seeing what she was doing.
Hesitantly, he peeks inside. It would be horrible if she was using the restroom, or worse, the using the shower. He didn't want to be nosy but he was curious. Why would she run into the restroom if she just went in? Maybe she left her phone or something inside?
But it couldn't be. The police officers had them give them their electronics that had anything to due with Internet. Something to due with people interacting with them, but he shook it off and handed her his precious laptop, phone, navigator, and they even made him go to his hotel and grab his x box and his Play Station 3.
But she wasn't using the restroom or getting ready to strip to use the shower. No, to his surprise, Olivia was on her knees, her hands on either side of the white toilet, her face suffocated in it. He knew she was nauseating and he didn't know what to do.
He quickly walked to her, and held her blond, messy, curly hair back. Wen slowly got on his knees and waited beside her as she continued. He didn't actually look at her vomit, he heard it, but didn't witness it. His eyes wondered on the ceiling, as his other hand that wasn't occupied by messy, blond curls was rubbing circles in her back. This was how he would calm his now ex- girlfriend down when she was overly stressed.
He felt her pull away from the toilet and the flushing of her waste drowned. He looked down at her a returned her hair, pulling his hand away from her back. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and sat with her bare legs out in front of her as her back hit the white toilet. She brought her knees to her stomach and put her head on her knees as she hugged her legs close to her. A small sob escaped her lips, and Wen didn't know what to do.
He never really had to deal with crying girls. He was a manager at a computer business, not a therapist, and he honestly hadn't a clue what to do. He put a hand on her shoulder and watched as she cried. This girl he met ten hours ago, this girl who was, talkative, annoying, but confident just broke down crying and threw up, what was he supposed to say? 'It's alright?' He didn't know that. Heck, he didn't even know what was going on.
"Olivia, what's wrong?" He asked, though he didn't know what to say, he felt awkward saying it. She looked up and sniffed.
Her black makeup that was lightly on her face ran down it along with tears and sweat. He presumed it was from her throwing up. "I... I'm pregnant and I hate it," she says aggressively as she balls her fists.
He watches as new tears roll down her pale face. It does explain a lot, though. The way she held her stomach, the way she'd yell at him then just make him dinner and apologize? Now, throwing up and crying. "You're pregnant?" He asks, though he knew the answer he didn't know any comforting words to give her.
She nods, "Yeah. You know the worst part?" She asks, staring at the black and white tiles as her fists tightened.
"What? Dealing with this? Puking every morning? You don't deserve that." He says. No one does, the pain and exhaustion she must be going through. Though he felt jealous. He thought maybe this women was annoying yet she was attractive to say the least. A sudden wash of guilt hit him. Here he was, feeling jealous when she's the one in pain, she needed the comfort.
She shakes her head, "I don't know who the father is." He just blinks. Did he hear her right? He didn't expect her to be a girl to have sex before marriage. She seemed like a confident, high strung women who wouldn't settle for sex. 'Don't judge a book by its cover I guess...' He though.
"Wait, you don't know who got you pregnant?" He asked as cautiously as he possibly could. Trying to avoid hitting a nerve and her crying to increase.
She shook her head and sniffed. Olivia didn't look at his face, she was too ashamed. Instead she look at her bare feet, hugging her legs closer towards her body, "I ugh..." she swallowed the lump in her throat, "I... I was um..." she couldn't get the nerve to say it. "I... don't know the dad." She concluded.
"I'm really sorry Olivia." He says, and she just nods, still avoiding his gaze. "Are you going to be okay?"
She looks at him and laughs slightly, wiping her eyes as she stands. He looks up at her, and stands as well. "I'll be fine, thank you Wen. I appreciate it." She hugs him and his body is stiff. He doesn't know if he should hug her back or just pull away, but she does first. "It's alright Wen, you can hug me it won't hurt the baby." She smiles.
"Sorry," he grins, "I'm just stunned. I can't believe your pregnant."
She nods. "I know, neither can I." She sighs. An uncomfortable silence falls. "That ice cream sounds pretty good right now," she giggles and puts a hand on her stomach for safe keeping. He notices this time, and he nods.
"Fine, but last time I suggested it you threw up." He jokes, and she only laughs and follows him to the kitchen.
So, I've updated 3 chapters in one day. I'd say, that's awesome. But if you agree, you should tell me 'cause that makes another chapter! I hope you want another chapter...
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