I roll to my side and see that it is six in the morning, i groan as a wave of nausea washes over me. I feel my forehead for a temperature and as i do the pain increases and i have to leap up and run to the bathroom just in enough time to be violently sick in the toilet. I sit back and close my eyes as my head swirls. I clutch the bath for support and put my forehead against the cool surface. I hear footsteps behind me but don't look up. "Amy?" He says, his voice deep and croaky in the early morning light. He crotches down next to me, "Amy?" he puts his hand on my back and strokes it gently. I turn slowly and fall slightly in to his chest. He leans forward and flushes the toilet and as i sit in a more comfortable position i feel better instantly. "Come on, you need to get back to bed." He whispers, in reply i shake my head and clutch his bare chest to me. He puts his hand under my knees and swiftly picks me up like i'm a baby. He carefully carries me back to bed and pulls the covers over me as he stands back up. "You stay here Amy, you need to get some rest." He kisses me lightly on my forehead and walks off.
I sleep on and off the rest of the long day, Dan checks up on me every now and then, giving me water and painkillers. It reminds me of when Dan was ill and i was the one looking after him, i think that was when i first started to fall for him. Seeing him at his lowest and the way he depended on me got to me. I hear Phil arrive home and Dan greet him. I close my eyes and concentrate on my breathing, up and down, up and down. I eventually fall asleep and when i wake up again Dan is sleeping next to me. I get up and go to the bathroom as i wash cold water over my face i look at the selves that contain my toiletries, looking for a flannel. i rummage around and then my hand knocks a box off the shelf. I sigh and bend down to pick it back up. Then i realise what the box is. "Shit." I say, holding the box tight, i start counting on my fingers, struggling with the maths. "Shit, shit, shit." The words seem harsh and out of place coming from my own mouth. I shake my head and put the box of tampons back on the shelf.
THE NEXT DAY
"Amy, you've got a letter." Phil throws the letter over and i tear it open. I hadn't told Dan about my late night revaluation, i had pushed it straight to the back of mind, trying to keep busy. I open the paper and start reading, unsure who it is from. "Oh my God!" I scream, it is a letter from a publisher i sent my book to. "What, who is it?" Phil asks, looking up from his post. "Its a publisher, they love my book and they want to publish it!" "No way? That's amazing Amy!" Phil hugs me and i squeal in excitement. "Dan?" I call, he comes walking in, having only just gotten up. "Dan read this!" I hand him the letter and he squints while his eyes adjust to the light. I stand next to him, watching his eyes move side to side. God he was hot when he was concentrating. Finally he reaches the end and when he does his mouth falls open and he puts one hand on the back of head and moves me in for a long, kiss. "I thought that this was impossible but I've just fallen even more in love with you, you amazing, beautiful, clever woman." He says as our lips part, i almost melt at his words. He brushes a strand of hair out of my face and i start crying, not being able to hold my news in anymore. "Dan, i'm a week late for my period." I blurt out, staring at him, anxious for his reaction. To say that he looks shocked would be a understatement, his eyes widen and he stares at me, desperate for more information. "I think that i may be pregnant." The words slip off my lips like water on a drain after a downfall. "You need to take a test." He finally says, and without another word he disappears.
I sit down, quiet and nervous. He appears soon after, dressed. He walks out and i hear him leave the flat. Where is he going? Have i scared him? Is this all too much for him.
Ten minutes later he walks back, carrying a small plastic bag. He holds it out to me and i realise what is in it. I peer inside and see the test box. We share a look and i take the bag, staring ahead at the bathroom door, where i will find out what course my life is about to take.