I open the door and quickly kneel over the bowl. Sour fluid started ejecting from my mouth.
You've got to be kidding.
When it stopped, I put my hair behind my ear. “Are you OK?” I look up at him and smile. He looks curious. It's only a matter of time before he ask me.
“My stomach is just a bit upset. I had too much food. That's a-”. There it is again. It feels horrible. He kneel beside me. I feel him pull my hair from my face. I hold my belly as it strains releasing more substance. I can hardly breath.
“Let me call mom”. I touched him before he moved. “Don't...”. I barely let out after it stopped. “Don't disturb her. I'll be fine”. “Had this ever happened?” Yeah, five years ago when I was f*ck*ng pregnant.
“Yes, so don't worry it'll wear off soon”. Thankfully it feels like that's the end of it. I tried to stand, but I couldn't. Michael helped me up without another word. I wonder what's going through his head. I washed my mouth out. I'm gonna do a pregnancy test. I need to know for sure.
“How have you been feeling lately?” And now the questions begins. “Totally normal”. I smile. “But now I feel dizzy”. Like seriously. I'm not lying. He hold on to me so if I'm gonna fall I won't.
“I'll be fine...I'm fine”. I walk from his hold to the shower and look back at him. The way he's looking at me scared me. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He walk pass me in the shower and hold his hand out for me, so I don't slip I guess. He's so protective at times. “Is there something your not telling me?” I take his hand and stepped in.
“Just because I vomit doesn't mean I'm hiding something Micheal”.
“Ok, your most capable of knowing. It's your body”. I give him a nervous smile looking up at his handsome face. I squeal with a little leap after he turned the shower on, unexpectedly for me. I hit his chest.
“Not cool”. He just chuckle.
***
My eyes groggily open. I frown in disgust at the horrible taste in my mouth. I look beside me. He isn't here. He could've at least told me he was leaving.
I sit up and my eyes caught something at the bedside table. I sit properly with the sheet clutched at my cleavage. Michael took one from the closet. He was the one who covered me. I was really weak. No we didn't have sex again. We just went to bed naked.
I take the letter from the table. I hope its not a mystery letter this time. I don't have the strength.
I know we went to bed a bit silent. I just wanna let you know that you shouldn't worry about anything. I was just thinking about the great future that we're gonna have together. Don't forget to talk to mom. Get plenty of rest. You don't know, but I can count the many times you ran out of bed for the bathroom. I know you couldn't have slept well, so that's why I didn't wake you. See you when I get back.
I sigh.
I didn't sleep well. Everytime I would wake up and run for the bathroom. The vomiting wouldn't stop. I brushed my teeth but the horrible taste still lingers in my mouth. I have a feeling he's suspicious of me being pregnant. He's no idiot.
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
“Oh god”. I wanna sleep.
“Just a minute!”
“Its me girl”. Oh Monique. I don't have to put anything on then. We've seen each other naked so many times it feels like nothing to bend over in front of her. I just wrap the sheet around my body and walk to the door.

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I'm Still Here: Sequel For 'Step Daddy No'
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