We're Getting There // A.I

Chapter 4 // Loopy

GUESS HOW MANY TIMES I REWROTE THIS

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April 7 : 218 days till due

"Rest. Lots of fluids and these three times a day with meals. They may make him feel a bit strange, but he'll be fine" the doctor says, handing me a small box of pills. Ashton ended up having a horrible duo of sicknesses that included tonsillitis and strep throat.

"Thankyou. I'll make sure he takes them" I say, putting the medicine in my purse and going out into the waiting room.

Ashton looks very pitiful, slumped over amongst a bunch of kids playing with the toys. He's staring at his hands, only changing position to blow his nose on a tissue from the box I bought him on the way over.

I pay for the medicine and thank the man behind the counter, walking over to Ashton who's looking quite depressed.

"Ashton," I say quietly, nudging his shoulder with my finger.

He raises his head up at me and nods, looking like he's going to cry.

"It's time to go now, baby" I say.

For a second I'm confused that I called him baby. It just kind of slipped out. Felt right, almost. I've never called anyone baby in my life.

Huh.

"Okay" he sniffs, standing up and following me out of the waiting room and into a long hallway, holding my hand.

He bumps into a wall and I wince for him, pressing the down button on the elevator as we wait.

"Baby?" He asks, finally breaking the silence and I don't look over at him even though I know he's looking at me.

"Yep" I say, embarrassed.

He runs his thumb over my knuckles and then let's go, putting his hand on my stomach and laughing a little.

"Isn't that this little dude?" He questions, raising an eyebrow at me.

I'm struck with such love for Ashton in that moment that I feel sick to my stomach.

Wait.

No.

That's not love. Love doesn't feel like that.

Morning sickness. Thats morning sickness.

I run over to a trash can at the end of the hall and dry heave into it, and Ashton just groans.

"Too much sickness for just two people!"

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"You must have thrown up like, an entire cow or something" Ashton says from my bed.

After barely surviving the car ride home, I got back and immediately ran into the bathroom and threw up for a good hour. It stopped a couple minutes ago, but I lay on the bathroom floor to get my bearings anyway.

"Shutup" I say through a mouth of toothpaste, trying to get rid of the awful taste in my mouth.

Ashton is very strange right now. He took his medicine, started acting like a weirdo and took off most of his clothes, complaining that he was too hot. He's laying on top of the covers in his underwear and it's the most distracting thing I've ever seen since the night he got me pregnant.

"So, baby, huh?" He asks as I spit into the sink. I bump my head on the mirror above and choke a little bit.

"Yeah" I call back, my voice cracking.