This morning I woke up vomiting. I've had this sneaking suspicion that what happened between Tyler and me two weeks ago while my parents were out of town is the cause. I almost don't want to find out if I'm right.

My phone pings. It's Tyler.

It says, "Gm babe. You up? I wanna hang out today."

"Me too" I almost text back. I'm too sick but I can't tell him that or he'll start questioning me. He's already been worried that we didn't use protection and I don't want to stress him out even more.

My phone starts ringing. Of course, it's Tyler again. My hand shaking, I answer his call.

"Hey babe," he said.

With hesitation, I answered, "Hey. Look I'm just not feeling like myself today. Maybe we can hang out tomorrow."

"What do you mean? Babe, this isn't about what happened that night, is it? I knew we should have waited!"

"L-L-Look. It's gonna be okay. We don't know that yet. I could just have the flu or something," I said stuttering.

"Hey, it's okay baby. I'm sorry, I'm just so worried right now. Do you want me to go pick up a pregnancy test and bring it over?"

My heart starts racing. No! I don't want to find out...especially not with him here! I can't believe this is really how this is turning out. I can hear him pacing around his room growing more impatient by the second. I know he has football practice soon. If he's willing to miss practice to be there when we get the results then I'm willing to take the test.

"Babe?" he said worried, "I don't have to if you don't want me to."

"No, it's fine. You can get it and come over."

"K. I'll be there in 20 minutes."