I make my way back to the bed and crawl in, wanting nothing more than to lie down and get back to the comfort I felt before I tried to get up.
Silas turns off the water, and I pretend like I never got up and that I didn’t just throw up in his sink. I just don’t want him to worry about me since he has to go to work this morning.
I lie there with my eyes closed, drifting in and out of sleep while he gets ready.
When he’s ready, he comes over and kisses my forehead. “Enjoy your morning.”
“Mmm …” I say, fluttering my eyes open. “Be safe out there.”
He chuckles. “I will.”
He kisses me again and leaves while I fall right back asleep.
When I wake up again, it’s because my stomach is turning, so I race to the bathroom to throw up again. Sitting on the floor, I take deep breaths in, praying my stomach settles itself long enough for me to get home because the last thing I want is to be sick in Silas’s home without him here.
I make my way to my feet, gather my things, and make it to my car. By the time I sit down in my seat, I’m feeling a little better, so I close my eyes, inhale then start the car.
My parents stayed at my place last night, but they had to get back to Ohio and left really early this morning, so I know they’re gone by now. I don’t want to worry them so I call Nikki to see if she knows of anything going around and if she can possibly bring me some crackers.
“How’s my country singer star this morning?” she says as her hello.
“Sick,” I say matter-of-factly.
“What?”
“Yeah. Thank God it didn’t hit full force until today, but I’ve been feeling queasy the last few days. I thought it was just nerves, but I just threw up, so it has to be more. I figured you’d know what’s going around.”
“I’ve literally had zero patients with the stomach flu.”
I let out a deep breath. “Great. I wonder if the girls are sick. I must have caught something from them.”
“Or …”
“Or what?”
“When was your last period?”
“You know that shit isn’t regular. I’m on birth control mainly for that reason.”
“Yeah, but we both know nothing is one hundred percent. When was your last one?”
I think about the last month and how much of a whirlwind it was. I’ve been so busy planning for that show that I have no idea when my last one was.
And that’s when it hits me.
I haven’t had my period since they called to invite me to join them, and that was a little over a month ago.
“Nikki …” I say, fear laced in my voice.
“Do I need to go to the store and come over?”
“Can you?” I plead.
“On my way.”
We hang up, and my mind races the entire way back to my house.
Could I be pregnant? We had sex that one time, but I’m on birth control. It wasn’t even a thought in my mind, but now, I’m honestly worried this could be what’s going on.
