~ Around two weeks later ~
I wake up two night, sweating all over. I throw my housecoat over Michael's shoulder and stumble to the bathroom.
I gasp over the toilet, tearing up as the bile rises through my throat. I end up retching, shaking all over.
When I finally look at myself in the mirror, I see large beads of sweat trickling down my forehead.
I lean against the sink for support. My breathing is ragged. I hope it's only the stress from meeting Ms. Wyman.
I go back to bed, flinging the covers off me. Michael wakes up.
"What happened?" his sleepy voice murmurs.
"Nothing. I think I ate too much chocolate."
"Liar," he mutters. I turn my head.
Michael scrunched his brows at me. "Do you think you're pregnant?"
"No!" I get exasperated. "I don't wanna be pregnant."
"Well, if you are, it'll be a bad situation with me on tour..."
"Don't remind me," I whisper.
~~~
"Yes, Nicole, you are pregnant!" Doctor Shapiro tells me.
I lean against the white seat, breathing slowly.
~~~
"You're pregnant?" Michael stares at me in shock while we're eating dinner after I tell him what Doctor Shapiro said.
"Can't we just forget about it??!" I exclaim.
Michael grabs my hand. "I'll be here, I promise, baby."
I shrug my shoulders. "I don't want to be this way... alone while you're away on tour, being solely responsible for your child. You leave me with a flat stomach, you come back to a huge wife."
Michael laughs, kissing my hand. "When I come back, I promise to take off from work for at least a couple of months to stay with you."
I lean over the table to kiss Michael on the lips.