Who's the Daddy?! (When in London Pt.2!)

Chapter 7 You're Screwed, Wendy Hamilton

When the wedding finished, Ryan drove me back to my apartment.

I wasn't feeling too well. It must be the shrimp cocktails.

OR THE FACT THAT I AM TWO-MONTHS PREGGIE!!!

I climbed into my bed and put my head down. Ryan sat beside me.

"Hey," he said, massaging my leg. "Don't worry about this."

Anger suddenly raged inside me.

"DON'T WORRY ABOUT THIS?!! IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO FREAKIN SAY?!

I'M PREGNANT, RYAN!!"

"Let's not jump to conclusions!" he said nervously, as if trying to convince himself. "It must be.... menopause???"

I was just about to slap him right then and there.

"MENOPAUSE?! HOW OLD DO YOU THINK I AM!???"

Ryan held his hands in surrender. "Okay... how about we check...... just to make sure.."

He came back that evening with that ept pregnancy test he bought at some drug store.

"Okay," he breathed, as we both waited for the inevitable plus. But hey, it COULD be negative and I was just worried for nothing... right????????

We waited a good 2 minutes until...

+

"Oh my God," I cried. I burried my face in Ryan's chest. "Oh my God..."

He patted my back and whispered in my ear. "It says positive."

It might as well just say "YOU'RE SCREWED."

"We're gonna be parents, Wendy..."

I needed some air. I needed to breathe!!! I needed to-

I ran away from Ryan's arms and stumbled into the bathroom.

I crouched over the toilet and vomitted, heaving until I had nothing left.

Ryan followed me.

"Get out of here," I moaned. "I look hideous... BLEHHHH!" :3

Another wave of ugliness poured out of my mouth.

Ryan squatted next to me and gathered my hair in his hands, pulling it back out of danger. Then he got me some water and mouth wash to rinse my mouth.

"Go away..." I moaned again, after he examined me. Okay, wouldn't YOU feel MEGA-EMBARRASSED if a young god saw you at your worst???!!

I shuddered and tears pooled in my eyes. They ran down my cheeks. I was trembling, my teeth chattering loudly.

Ryan pulled me in and put his arm around me.

"Wendy," he said in a shushed happy voice. "You're gonna be a mother."

That's it. You are officially screwed, Wendy Hamilton.