The following morning, I woke up feeling the exact same way. I felt nauseous and wanted to puke my toenails up, but I was able to hold back long enough to go and pee on that stupid test. After I peed on the stick, I spent the next three minutes throwing up into the toilet and dry heaving as Andrew walked in behind me.
“Milly, are you okay?” I heave into the toilet and puke hard as I feel his hand on my back. “Oh, baby… No, you aren’t okay.” I shake my head in the toilet as I groan. I hear him sigh as he continues to rub my back. “Were you able to take the test?” I nod my head as another heave boils up out of my rolling stomach. He continues to rub my back as he reaches over to the counter and grabs the test. I hear him gasp and then he chuckles. “Well, we have our answer.” He leans forwa
