“Of course. Besides, I want you to help me plan my wedding. So, you’re going to get sick of me.”
“Never. I’d love to help plan.”
We ate and chatted and soon dinner was over, and I helped Mom wash the dishes while Jaxon put items away. While wiping down the table, a wave of dizziness came over me and I sat in a chair, my head down. “Ugh.”
“What’s wrong?” Jaxon appeared by my side instantly, his face etched with concern.
I waved him off. “Oh, nothing. I got a little dizzy. Probably need to drink some more water.”
“I’ll go grab you some. Don’t move.”
As Jaxon fetched water, the room swam more, and a wave of nausea hit me sideways.
“You look very pale, sweetie. Are you okay?” Mom rubbed my shoulder.
“I don’t feel so good.” I covered my mouth with my hand and ran to the sink, the contents of my stomach emptying with swift force.
Both were beside me seconds later as I threw up again and again.
Jaxon and I stayed at my mom’s as I continued to get sick over and over. Finally, by the time the sun rose, I became dehydrated and exhausted, unable to hold even water down. Jaxon drove me to the hospital where they admitted me and put on IV fluids, along with medication, to stop the vomiting.
A couple of hours later, it all made sense when the doctor delivered life changing news.
I was pregnant.
With twins.
And it all started with one phone call.
THE END
