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"Did you want to wear matching shoes today?"
Looking down, I realize I'm wearing two different shoes. Two different styles. Shit, two different colors. That's what I get for reaching blindly in the closet.
"Damn it. Yes, I'll be right back." Taking the navy-blue shoe off as I rush back into the bedroom to make a matching pair, another wave of nausea washes over me.
Pushing it away, I make my way back to Chloe, but as I take one step down the stairs, I have to turn and rush into the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet this time, coming dangerously close to vomiting on the floor, or worse, myself.
Chloe's behind me moments later. I can feel her watching me.
"Are you okay?" she asks once I sit up and release the toilet from my grasp.
"Yeah. I have no idea where that came from. I feel fine." There's a gleam in her eye. One that tells me she has something more to say. "What?"
"You know what."
"No, seriously, what?"
"You're pregnant, Addy."
"The hell I am. There's no way in hell."
My mind runs in reverse for a few minutes at her accusation. Do I have any other signs or symptoms?
"Oh, I'm sure you know there's a way. I'm sure you've 'practiced' making little Addison's a lot since you and Jones moved in together."
"You know what I mean. We're careful. I haven't missed my period or anything."
"Humor me and take a test later. After they unveil the new storefront. If I'm wrong, I owe you a bottle of wine. If I'm right, you owe me a home cooked meal."
"Deal," I agree, reaching up and taking Chloe's hand.
I don't get far. The sudden movement causes my stomach to revolt and my head is back in the toilet moments later.
"I’m thinking pasta sounds good tonight. Or maybe steak," Chloe snickers as I wipe my mouth.
"Remind me why we're friends again."
"Because you love me, and you were there for me when I was in your shoes, the same way I'll be here for you."
If I am pregnant, at least someone will be there for me this time. I'm not sure I could go through it alone. Not again. Not if it ends up like last time.
Pregnant.
The word keeps running through my mind. It's all I can focus on.
There's a baby growing inside my body. A baby Liam and I created. One I never thought I'd want, but now that I know I'm going to have, I couldn't be more excited about.
Liam seems more scared than excited. He's barely said anything about it since we found out a few days ago. And he's been avoiding me.
The doctor wants me on bedrest until I see him again tomorrow. I'm not to get out of bed for any reason other than to go to the bathroom. No sex. No alcohol. (Duh, not if I'm pregnant.)
Most importantly, no stress.
My body needs to relax and recharge. It needs to heal.
According to him, the baby is okay. I'll need to be monitored closely for the next few weeks to make sure, but for now, I'm not to worry about it.
So, I'm not. Or at least I'm trying not to. It's hard, though. I have nothing but time to think and over analyze everything right now.
