Dirty Little Secret

Chapter Thirty Four - Eggs and Bacon

''Have you ever made love in the ocean before?'' I asked Abbey dreamily through the phone.

I was currently sitting cross legged on my bed, smiling like a maniac as I told Abbey about last night.

''Oh...My...God...YOU DIDN'T!'' she exclaimed back.

''I so did!'' I laughed.

''OH MY GOD HANNAH MILLAR! YOU'RE SO BAD!''

I laughed, Abbey was so surprised. She loved to get the latest details on me and Aiden, she was really supportive and helpful with a lot of the things I've had difficulty with lately. Although it may sound like I'm now officially experienced and good with relationships...Aiden is still my first everything and I still worry if I'm doing things right.

Kieran knocked on my closed bedroom door, poking his head in and saying that breakfast was ready.

After last night Aiden and I went back to his house. Luke and Sophie were already asleep, and we were so tired all we could do was climb into his bed and sleep in eachothers arms. That was until this morning when Aiden practically threw me out of his bed 'cause his parents got home earlier than we expected and I had to pretend I slept in the guest room. He looked so flustered I almost couldn't leave without grabbing him and kissing him 'cause he was just too cute.

''Sure Kieran I'll be down in a sec.'' I smiled at my brother as he grinned and nodded, heading back downstairs. I held the phone back to my ear. ''Abbs I gotta go I'll talk to you later okay?''

''Kay Hannah see you!'' I clicked my phone shut and headed downstairs. I cringed as I smelt the eggs. God why do they smell so gross? They didn't smell any different from they always do when my dad makes them. In fact, I actually really like my dad's eggs, so why the hell did I literally feel like throwing up right now?

I headed into the kitchen, trying to breath through my mouth and ignore the smell, when I saw the bacon. Then I just couldn't couldn't hold it in.

The next thing I knew I was in the bathroom with my head over the toilet, throwing up everything I's eaten in the past week.

Lovely.

My Dad came in, holding back my hair and rubbing circles on my back, but I couldn't acknowledge him, my stomach was emptying itself and I couldn't get the thoughts of those bacon and eggs out of my mind. Jeez why was it so revolting all of a sudden?

''Hannah are you okay? Have you eaten anything funny lately?'' my dad asked rather desperately.

I shook my head, looking into the bathroom mirror. My skin was pale green and I did NOT look healthy in the slightest.

''What's wrong sweetheart? Why are you sick?'' he asked.

''I don't know.'' I whispered, unable to find the strength to speak properly. My stomach felt awful and I didn't know what was going on with me. I hadn't eaten anything, It was only ten in the morning for Christ sakes! ''I just smelt the food and...oh god.'' just thinking about the food made me gag again.

''Hannah...'' my dad trailed off, looking a little uncomfortable.

''What?'' I asked weakly as I flushed the toilet, standing up when I was sure I was finished throwing up and going to wash my face.

''Hannah sweetheart, are you sexually active?''

I spat out the sip of water I had just taken to rinse my mouth out, my eyes going wide and my heart crashing against my chest.

''What?! No! Why the hell would you think that?!'' I lied, exasperated. Why the hell was my dad asking me that? What the hell?

''Hannah calm down I was only asking, that's okay. I was just checking in case it was something like morning sickness.''