Author's Note: I apologize for the delay in this chapter. I have been so focused on the dozens of writing projects that this one kept getting pushed back. I intended for this to be the final chapter of the Blake series, but seeing as I didn't want to delay it further, I decided to break it up into two parts, as I've been struggling to write the very end of the story. I hope to have the series finished in the next few weeks when my life slows down a bit.
As always, thanks for reading.
Katie
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Chapter Thirteen
I awoke the next day with an unpleasant feeling in my stomach. Moments later, I found myself in the bathroom, losing my dinner from the night before. Not again. It wasn't like me to get sick like this.
Blake was sweet through it all. He held my hair back, rubbing my back gently. When my stomach calmed, Blake ran to the kitchen to get me some water and saltines, so that I wouldn't become dehydrated. I spent a good chunk of the morning in there. Some vacation this was going to be.
Blake excused himself for a moment when his cell phone went off. I could hear him talking to Arthur in the other room, but I couldn't quite make out the conversation as my stomach lurched again.
"Do you want me to take you to the doctor, sweetie?" Blake asked, when he returned.
"No. I hate doctors. I'll be fine," I said, as I stood up. "What did Arthur want?"
"He wants me to come back to New York. He says that there is an important business meeting that I must attend. I don't want you to travel if you're not feeling well, sweetie, but I don't want to leave you here all alone."
"I'm coming with you," I commanded. I wasn't going to be without Blake, especially during this trying time.
"Okay. How about I go to the drug store and get you something for your nausea and some ginger ale for your stomach? You can take a shower while I'm gone, sweetie. I won't be long."
I nodded as I was brushing my teeth for the third time, trying to get the disgusting taste out of my mouth.
Blake gave me a quick kiss on my forehead before leaving to get the supplies.
I sat on the bed for the first five minutes after he left. My stomach was finally calming down and the nausea was subsiding. What was happening to me? It wasn't like me to get this sick, nor did I get sick this often. It couldn't have been the food because I would have been losing it long before now. All I could think of was a stomach bug. I knew if it didn't stop soon, Blake would drag me to the doctor kicking and screaming. I had to take better care of myself.
When I felt stable enough, I walked over to my carry on suitcase to grab clothes for the trip home. I figured I could also pack up while Blake was gone, if my stomach didn't betray me. I dumped all my clothes onto the bed, making sure to open all my pockets. Unexpectedly clattering onto the bed was a small, thin package wrapped in white plastic. I didn't remember packing it, so out of curiosity, I opened it.
Inside was an unused pregnancy test. The expiration date wasn't for another year. I couldn't understand how it had gotten into my bag at first. As I stared at the piece of plastic, my memories started coming back to me.
About a year and a half ago, my ex Tyler and I had gone on a vacation, a rarity for our relationship. We had been together for a few months, but didn't see each other often. When we did, we were often buried in the sheets of his bed for hours, getting our fill of each other's bodies. While on vacation, I had missed my period. Panicked, I bought a pregnancy test, which thankfully turned out to be negative. After our scare, Tyler demanded I go on the pill, but I was allergic to the medicine. Unconvinced, he broke up with me, saying I wasn't worth all the trouble.
"Oh shit," I said to myself bolting for the bathroom.
My mind was scanning through the length of Blake and my relationship. Not once had we used any form of contraception. For months, he had been unloading himself deep inside me and I had done nothing to combat the risk of pregnancy.
I stood with my arms wrapped around my body as I waited for the results. How had I been so reckless and stupid? We were embroiled in the middle of a pregnancy problem and here I was, possibly throwing another baby into the mix.
After the time was up, I approached the counter slowly, scared of what I was going to see. My breath stopped as I saw a single word printed on the screen: pregnant.
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While I waited for the doctor, I tried to convince myself that I couldn't be pregnant. I would have seen the signs right? I started to realize that maybe I had been ignoring them. I had unexplained morning sickness that I hadn't been able to pinpoint to any food. The slightest smells were making me nauseated. I was tired all the time. I wasn't able to stomach the taste of the wine at dinner anymore. It was all there, but I continued to remain in denial.
I hadn't told Blake about the possibility of me being pregnant, not with all this going on. I wanted to be damn sure before I told him. What would he say? What would he think? I saw how he had reacted when he found out Desiree was pregnant with what possibly could be his baby. Was I to experience that same reaction?
"Congratulations Miss Stevens, you are three months pregnant."
I sat there, shocked as the word hit me. Seeing it was one thing, but hearing it really drove the point home. At this moment, I was carrying Blake's child. Were congratulations really in order? Would he still want me? Would he ask me to get rid of the baby? Could I? A million questions were running through my mind at that moment and I had completely forgotten about the doctor.
"Miss Stevens?"
"Yes?" I replied, weakly.
"We need to talk about what plans you have regarding this pregnancy. You are near the end of your first trimester, so it is crucial that if you are keeping this baby, we get you started with proper prenatal care. Do you plan on keeping the child?"
"I don't know," I whispered. I hadn't given this any kind of thought. I was still in shock that I was pregnant.
"Do you know who the father is?"
"Yes." He was the most amazing man in the world.
"Perhaps you would like to discuss it with him before you make a decision?"
I nodded in understanding. I knew I was going to have to tell him, but I was scared. I didn't want to lose him over this pregnancy.
"Take as much time as you need. Just pick up your check out paperwork as you leave." With that, the doctor left, leaving me alone in thought.
My hands rested on my stomach, holding the baby I was growing inside me. My baby. Blake's baby. Our baby. I didn't know what he would say. If he asked me to get rid of it, could I? Was I willing to lose Blake to keep this baby? That was the real fear that was coursing through me. What would this cost me?
I didn't know how long I sat in the room, lost in my thoughts. I finally pulled myself together and headed for the front desk. After retrieving my paperwork, I turned around and nearly crashed into a woman behind me.
Instinctively, my hand flew to my stomach in a protective manner. I steadied myself before facing the familiar face behind me.
