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Disclaimer: I do NOT own HoA

WARNING: LANGUAGE

Patricia's POV

I woke up and ran to the bathroom, throwing up. A few seconds later, I heard Eddie's footsteps coming closer. He held my hair up.

"Yacker, you okay?" he asked in a sleepy tone.

"Eddie, I told you that pizza we had left in the fridge yesterday was ROTTEN!" I groan at him. He had made us both eat pizza that smelt awful.

"Sorry," he chuckled.

"Fuc* you," I muttered before rinsing my mouth out and flushing the toilet. We had gotten home about three and a half weeks ago. Gosh, I was so tired – I only had 4 hours of sleep.

"I gotta go to work in… an hour," Eddie said, checking the clock hanging on the wall.

"Yea, yea… Bye…" I said and closed my eyes.

"Pfff…" he rolled his eyes. "So much for a wife," he muttered and went to get in the shower.

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Afternoon

"*Yawn*Shit, I'm starving…" I say to myself and make my way downstairs.

"C'mon, fridge, open!" I screamed at the locked fridge. "Wait… It's locked…" I face-palm myself and enter the code in. I open the fridge and get out bacon, 3 eggs, bread, jam, butter, pickles and peanut butter. I make my way to the stove and start the bacon, followed by the eggs.

When I've finished preparing my breakfast, I make my way to the dining table. I put peanut butter on the toasted bread and put the sliced pickles in between before greedily biting into one. Just then, the bell goes.

"Shitty people…" I mutter before standing up and making my way to the door.

"What?!" I snap at the person who stands there.

"Jeez, Trish, don't kill me…" Emma said, making her way in past me.

"And now you're in my house," I said grumpily.

"Whatever… Have you eaten yet?" she asks.

"I was. Until you showed up," I said rudely.

"Do you and Eddie still use a condom when you… you know…"

"Have sex? Yup. I don't want babies. They make me sick," I replied.

"What the **** are you eating?" she literally screams at me.

"Breakfast," I say absent-minded, while having another bite of my excellent sandwich.

"That's disgusting… Wait…" she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. "When did you and Eddie last have sex?" she asked, a grin spreading across her face.

"When we were on our honeymoon," I said and shrugged. "But we used protection, so I can't be pregnant, if that's what you're proposing," I said, while biting into breakfast again.

"Patricia, it doesn't always work. It could have broken any moment."

"Whatever. It's not a big deal, but I'll take a pregnancy test. Go get me some?" I asked.

"Kay. Be right back." And with that, she walked out the door.

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30 minutes later

"All three are negative!" I screamed as I walked out of the bathroom and threw the tests at Emma.

"Oh… I was positive you were pregnant…" Emma trails off.

"Whatever," I sighed. I was disappointed - I really wanted a child, even if on the outside, I pretended like I hated them.

"Um… Trish, I gotta go. Jake just texted me," she said.

"Yea, kay, go," I replied, staring out the window.

*Sigh*… Disappointment…

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(A/N: I'm BACK! What's wrong with our Yacker? LOL, find out tomorrow or later tonight! I'm out for a party for 5 hours, but I'LL BE BACK! 3 reviews, next chappy ;)… Let's hope I'm feeling nice tonight so I don't accidently do something to Trish that I'll regret… Mwahahahaha…)