Sims 3: Athena Sparks 33
Wendell doesn’t leave and I know I can’t hide out in the bathroom forever, so I finally open the door. Wendell is just standing there and I can’t read his expression.
I just stare at him with worry in my eyes.
“We weren’t careful, were we?” He says. I barely shake my head, as if the lack of movement will make it less true.
He stands quietly, I’m sure scrapping his mind for an appropriate response.
I decide to attempt a change in subject. I lean in. “I’m surprised you wanted to see me again,” I whisper.
“Why?” He whispers back.
“Because we…you know…so soon,” I say.
“Girl, I’m in love with you. I can’t stay away,” he says as if what I said was the craziest thing in the world.
“But what if…” I ask, bringing the conversation back to the possibility of me being pregnant.
“We’ll cross that bridge if we have to…together,” he says.
I stare, full of love for him.
He grabs me and pulls me close.
“I’m so scared,” I whisper.
“Don’t be,” he says before kissing me passionately.
He leads me to the bedroom which is right where I want to be. We woohoo for the second time.
In the middle of the night, I’m awakened by a funny feeling in my stomach.
Again, my stomach churns with nausea.
I rush to the bathroom, glad that Wendell is asleep and not hearing me get sick all over again.
I end up changing my gown, because of sickness splashing.
Hunger is the next sensation I feel. I walk past my busted computer, the awful smoke scent intensified in my nostrils.
I consider making breakfast, but the thought of eating actually makes me want to be sick again. I decide on simple toast and jam.
There’s no denying the fact that I’m most likely pregnant. How dumb of me to get pregnant my first time woohooing.
I fight the nausea as I finish up my toast.
I finally finish and manage to hold the food down.
I decide that a warm shower is just what I need to make myself feel better. I take my time washing just to avoid facing Wendell again. Despite him telling me not to worry, I can do nothing but worry.
While in the shower, Wendell fixes my computer, which is a good thing because I can’t afford to hire a repairman and I really need to finish my book.
He stands when I walk over after taking my bath.
“How are you feeling?” Wendell asks.
“Well…I can barely hold down any food and even the slightest movements make me feel sick…I think I need to make a doctor’s appointment,” I tell him.
I look down in shame, “I’m so sorry,” I say.
Wendell takes my hand. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. It takes two.”
“I know, but how lame is it to get pregnant the first time we…” I say.
“Well, let’s just take it one step at a time. I have to get to work, but call me as soon as you find out for sure,” Wendell says.
I sigh. “OK…Wendell I’m so scared,” I say.
“Hey…listen to me,” Wendell says moving in close. “No matter what, I’m here for you. I love you…OK.”
“OK,” I say in a more secure tone.
“I’ve gotta go. Don’t forget to let me know either way,” he repeats.
“Call me,” he says one more time before saying good-bye.
I detect hesitation as Wendell leaves out the door. I’m sure that he hates to leave me like that, but I don’t expect him to risk getting in trouble at work to stay.
I lie down in an attempt to get a little sleep before going to the hospital, but my fatigue has been replaced with worry.
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