8: It Actully Happened

I started packing my stuff while Daniel was asleep. You could just tell he wasn't ok when he slept. At least I was still going to the same school.

Once I finished I climbed into Daniels arms, out right as I closed my eyes, finally getting some sleep.

In the morning, nothing felt right. I had a horrendous headache; I couldn't even lift my head, I couldn't smell the pancakes I always do, and I feel like I didn't recognize the room I was in.

Daniels arm was wrapped around me at the waist, not even tight, but I had a feeling of dizziness, sickness, and like I was about to spew my guts out.

I threw myself out of Daniel's arm, not caring about the splitting headache I have, stumbling, rushing to the bathroom throwing up everything I had in my body at the moment.

Daniel instantly woke up from the tug of his arm to hearing me throw up my liver. He hopped coming up behind me tying my hair back.

I wiped my mouth off, looking over at him, seeing he had the same face he had when he first saw me having a panic attack the first day of school.

"Mom?!" he yelled out yelling as if he was the one that had just threw up. He ran downstairs after he didn't hear a response a couple seconds later, while I kept throwing up.

After a minute or so they both came up, his mom looking like she had just woken up, and Daniel panicking and ranting. His mom wasn't listening the whole time, just trying to get up to me.

She wiped my face off, feeling for a fever and retying my hair. "Stomach pain? Headache? Sudden hunger?" she whispered looking me in the eye, "have you and Daniel had sex in the past week?"

My eyes widened because her accusation was the closest to right. "We might've "wrestled" a couple weeks ago...but I don't think that's it." I sat up properly looking down from the sudden nausea it caused. "we didn't use protection though; we didn't think about it." I looked her in the eye then at Daniel sitting on his floor using the breathing antics I taught him.

Then his mom got into the small cabinet beside me pulling out a pregnancy test, "just in case" she laid in my hand, "ill deal with Daniel." she helped me stand up as I gripped the counter behind me almost falling back down. She left closing the door as I looked at the test, preparing if my future will take the biggest turn.

I stuck one end of the test into the cup with my urine in it, scared. I opened the door after washing my hands to check on Daniel. I saw him laying down, waiting on me.

He jumped up hugging me, picking me up then laying me down where he just was. He kissed my head covering my legs with a light blanket and heading downstairs.

He came back with a glass of water and some fruit for me. He set it on the nightstand and then sat with me where I held his hand and closed my eyes.

"What will you do if I'm pregnant?" I question Daniel with my eyes closed still, and a small tear coming out my eye.

He laid down holding me close, "stay with you for every moment I need to" he wiped any tear that come from my eye.

I heard his mom come and knock coming in a second after. "have you checked?" she brushed off her shirt.

"I can't look yet, too scared" I mumbled as I stayed close to Daniel, slowly drifting to sleep, but not as fast as I normally would from anxiety.

She headed for the bathroom door, "I'll look if that ok" I nodded then she opened the door. She came back out covering her mouth with wide eyes. I got so scared.

Daniel and I sat up as she rose the test to show the 2 lines, saying I'm pregnant. I started crying falling into Daniels chest and arms.

I'm pregnant. With Daniels baby. At age 17.

Once I calmed down me and Daniel cuddled and talked about what we'll do while watching Netflix. Later the same day. I pleaded to his parents to make a request, so I could live with them. I couldn't leave Daniel, and Daniel couldn't leave me. They said they'll do the best they can. But my next worry was school.