Walking Blind :: Brallie AU [COMPLETED]

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                                                          "Face the Truth -- Figure Shit Out" 

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After eating their not so healthy breakfast, the two headed out and were on the road to Robert's by eleven forty five. 

"So we're just going to barge into his house and say, 'We need to stay and raise our child here indefinitely. That okay?'."

Brandon shrugs, "That works."

She narrows her eyes at him, not appreciating the sarcasm, "Shut up. We're not doing that." she sighs and pushes a hand through her hair, leaning back in her seat, "God, that breakfast is getting to me. I'm super nauseous. And I feel bloated. Do you feel bloated and nauseous too? McDonald's has a tendency to do that to people, I heard."

"No, I'm not bloated or nauseous."

"Well. That's just unfair."

"I think it's just pregnancy."

Callie frowns and places a cautious hand over her stomach. If she concentrates enough on her sense of touch she can feel a small bump starting to grow, "I don't like this. Oh -- Oh god," she groans and immediately begins to roll down her window. Brandon's eyes widen and he slows the car down.

"Hey, hey, don't get any on the doors!"

"F-Fuck yo--" she hunches over and out the window before she can finish her sentence, her breakfast hurling out of her mouth and onto the road. She grimaces as she watches the bright yellow substance fade in the distance. If things aren't bad enough, some of it did actually stick to the car.

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 Brandon parks in Robert's driveway almost an hour later (they had to make a lot of pit stops because of Callie's nausea) and walks around the front of the car to help Callie out, since she's white in the face and quite obviously unstable. She reaches out for his shoulder and stumbles into him, her mouth pressing against his chest. He tries to ignore the fact that it's still wet from the vomit as he pulls her closer.

His eyes catch sight of a bright yellow colour sticking to his car; chunks stand out abnormally and his mind instantly gravitates to Callie, "Oh my god, Cal, are you serious? I just washed it last week--"

"I-It's not like," she burps, "I can help it!" another wave overwhelms her and she visibly looks like she's about to cough up all of her internal organs. Brandon senses that another load is coming, but at the same time she slaps a hand over her mouth to prevent it from going projectile, the front door opens and Robert steps outside.