Chapter Twenty-Four

Grace

I felt twists in my stomach again like I have been getting for the last two months. Thank goodness Sam wasn't here to see me get sick again. I got sick every morning and I didn't know why. I just hoped that no one ever heard me get sick. I ran to the bathroom and puked in the toilet. I was so happy no one heard me. I spoke to soon Isabel walked in and saw me sitting on the floor.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Not at all."

"You're as white as a ghost, do you have the flu?"

"I don't know, I have been sick for the last two months," Isabel's face went blank.

"Two months? Grace you might be pregnant." Why did you have to say that I can't be pregnant?

"What?"

"Well you probably are having morning sickness, that's what I got when I found out."

"Well what should I do?"

"I have a few pregnancy tests in my room; it can't hurt to try right?"

"Sure I guess." She ran out of the room and ran back with a little box in her hand.

"Here," she said handing it to me, "Just do what the box says and you'll be golden. Its gross I know but I don't know what else to tell you. I'll let you go now have fun."

"Wait Isabel what if Sam gets mad?"

"I know Sam; he won't be mad, trust me."

Isabel left me in silence and I sat and read the box. Ewe I had to pee on the stick. Now I know what Isabel meant by, it's gross. I did what the box said and I put the stick in the sink. I sat on the floor and crying into my hands. What happens if I am pregnant? Will Sam leave me even though he said he wanted one? I heard footsteps come into the room. Sam.

"Grace, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Sam asked kneeling down next to me.

"No," I cried into my hands, "Inside a little, not on the outside." He lifted my face out of my hands and wiped away my tears with his thumb.

"Then what happened?" As Sam said that, the buzzer for the test went off. Sam jumped up not looked at it, but showed it to me. It had two things that stuck out. + and 10/12 weeks. I started to cry.

"Sam is going to kill me," I whispered.

"Why would I kill you?" he looked down at the test and I looked at his face. He had tears in his eyes. "That's why," He whispered.

"Please don't hit me, or get mad, or yell or-"

"Grace I'm not mad, I would never lay a hand on you to hurt you, I'm so happy, were going to be parents." He kissed me and wiped the tears from my eyes.

"I don't even remember when, we used protection every time."

"I don't either, but I don't care, parents Grace, parents." I kissed him and put my arms around him. I dropped the test on the floor and Sam picked me up from the floor.

"I hate wheelchairs," I whispered in his ear.

"Why?"

"I was able to get in it and wheel to the bathroom but I almost broke an arm trying to get to the toilet."

"You got sick?" I nodded. Isabel walked into the room and saw Sam and I hugging.

"I'm just guessing, but it was positive?" Tears just rolled down my face. Isabel took me out of Sam's arms and hugged me. "You're heavy, but did he get mad?" She whispered.

"No," I whispered. Isabel let go of our hug, handed me back to Sam, and wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Then don't be upset, Cole and I, and Sam and you will be amazing parents."

"I'll never be mad, trust me," Sam whispered. My body dangled as Sam hugged me. Isabel left the bathroom and Sam and I sat on the couch in the living room. I told Sam in the bathroom that I didn't want anyone to know except Isabel and Cole. My face was still puffy and red so everyone wanted to know what happened. Sam was not the best liar but he lied really good today.

"Grace hit her hand on the nightstand and she was lying on the bed crying. I saw her and tried to comfort her but she wanted to sit in the living room." Impressive. He lied to save my pregnancy. Later that day Rebecca came over to me and looked at me for a few moments.

"I didn't buy what Sam said today." She whispered in my ear.

"You didn't, why?"

"I come from a very religious background; I know when people are lying."

"Then what do you think?"

"Grace your pregnant, I knew that when you walked into the room of the college. My parents brought up women who had no husband to help them when they were pregnant. I saw it all Grace, from a few days of pregnancy to the day of birth. I know if people are pregnant."

"That's scary," I whispered.

"Sorry I didn't mean to freak you out."

"That's fine, but do I look three months pregnant?"

"No not at all, but you can't fight with the pregnancy test." She shrugged and walked off.