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I play dumb or I directly buy a test to clear up doubts.
As a divine sign I receive a message from her saying that she feels bad, that where I went, I felt trembling.
-Hello.
His voice sounds tired, he complains and I hear him tossing and turning in bed.
-How do you feel?
—I'm nauseous, I can't sleep because my head hurts.
-Colic?
"No, but I have a burning sensation in my stomach, maybe I ate something that makes me feel bad," he complains even more. Too bad, I can't stand it, I don't want to leave like this.
—We'll have to go, Emily.
—Dubai can wait, your jet is private, they will understand if the trip is canceled.
I immediately rub my temples, press the bridge of my nose and snort because I always had these accounts very clear.
—Not to Dubai, we will have to return to Italy.
—To kill that girl who hurt Dom?
—No, to the doctor. —There is no response on the other side of the line, however, I can hear him get out of bed—. It's twenty-five, you're late.
-Wed...
She runs, that's what I hear until I hear her return everything, she coughs and I'm already putting five boxes of different brands of pregnancy tests in the basket, I line up again, I hear her crying.
—Don't worry, I'll be there in a few minutes.
He just hangs up on me and I stop taking pain pills. When they charge me I run to get to the house, the damn snow makes my feet heavy, but I manage to get there and look for her, I find her in the fetal position on the bed finishing crying, I put her on my legs to hug her.
I caress her back, I get a bar of chocolate and I hand it to her, making it flow like a spring on my shoulder, she puts pieces in her mouth, I can't find a way to make her calm down. Right now I'm a worried man who has no fucking idea what to do in these situations.
—Calm down, breathe.
—I want to vomit, I can't!
—Breathe, I know.
—I don't like nausea, I hate it.
—Don't worry, they will go away when we go to the doctor and when a few months pass.
—But I don't want it to be months! I want you to leave now.
I rock her in my arms, she finishes one bar and I hand her another one that she doesn't hesitate to finish until she realizes the pregnancy tests I bought her. He smiles with his mouth closed, wipes his face and looks at me.
-You think it's possible?
—I don't know, your period is coming on time, you're at least ten days late.
—Well, let's do it, maybe I'll stop vomiting.
I don't say anything because what the doctor said is that nausea can be a torment during the first trimester. We both go to the bathroom so we can take out the tests, I take out a glass where we can put a quantity of urine and I let her do her thing while I fix the bed that was a mess.
