A month passed, and Daveed and I were constantly receiving insults and putdowns from what used to be fans. Of course, a few special snowflakes saw our side of things, but, unfortunately, most people didn't.

   It was getting hard to stay positive. But at least we weren't going through this alone.

   I woke up on a bright, warm Sunday morning, my lovely boyfriend next to me. But instead of feeling bright like the sun that day, I felt...sick.

   Like I had to throw up.

   I swallowed the vomit that was rising in my throat so that I could get to the toilet without spraying vomit everywhere. The steady breathing of Daveed indicated that he was still sleeping, so I ran to the bathroom, not willing to wake him up. Sleep was important to a busy man like him.

   I approached the toilet, more vomit rising in my throat. This time, I knelt in front of the toilet and threw it up inside of the toilet.

   It tasted awful. I let out a pained moan, knowing that I wasn't done vomiting.

   Ugh. I hate the flu, I thought, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Throwing up is the worst thing ever.

   I flushed the toilet, watching the gross-looking vomit make its way to the sewer.

   After it was gone, I had a jarring thought.

   Or is it the flu? I did do...things...with Daveed a month or two ago. I could be...pregnant...

   I gulped. I was not ready for a baby. Neither was Daveed. Our relationship was already being constantly tested due to the people finding out about it, and a child would make it a lot more complicated.

   I shook my head to myself. No. I just had the flu. That was it.

   Right?

   "(Y/N)?" I heard a familiar voice ask. "Are you okay?"

   I emptied my stomach into the toilet once more, looking at Daveed afterwards. "Oh. Hey, darling. I'm okay. Just...sick."

   I decided not to tell Daveed about my suspicions. I would when I was absolutely sure I was pregnant.

   A sympathetic expression crossed Daveed's face as I flushed the toilet once more. He sat on the floor next to me, stroking my hair. "The flu? I've been there. You just let it out, okay? I'll stay here with you until you're done."

   I nodded. Not sure to which statement. Maybe all of them.

   "I wonder where you got this from..," Daveed said. "It was probably Rafael. He was in the middle of a sickness when he came over last week."

   Or maybe I got it from you a month ago, I thought. I tried to push those paranoid thoughts to the back of my mind as I said, "Probably. I bet he licked all of the doorknobs in this house just to fuck us up."

   Daveed chuckled. "Probably. Rafael's an ass. I'll have to ask him."

   I suddenly felt the urge to vomit again, so I did.

   What a load that was. It nearly filled the entire toilet.

   "Ew," Daveed said, flushing the toilet. "Be gone, Satan."

   I giggled. "Hey, hon? Can you do me a favor?"

   Daveed nodded. "Sure. What is it, sweetheart?"

   "Can you make me some bacon?" I asked, giving Daveed my famous puppy eyes.

   Daveed was silent for a minute. Then he sighed. "Ugh. You're such a pain."

   That was code for yes, so I smiled. "Thank you~"

   "Uh-huh," Daveed said, rolling his eyes. He stood up. "How are you hungry? You literally just threw up!"

   "Throwing up makes you hungry! You're literally just emptying your stomach of all of the food you previously ate!" I said.

   "Fair enough," Daveed said with a shrug. "I'll go make you that bacon."

   And with a smile, Daveed walked out of the bathroom.

   I stayed on the ground for a moment.

   Was I pregnant?

   Was I just sick?

   There was only one way to find out, which was a pregnancy test, which I was seriously considering buying.

   I rested a hand on my stomach, wondering if an infant was growing in there. I didn't know what I would do if it was.

   More importantly, I didn't know what Daveed would do if it was. Would he leave me? Would he not? Would he love the baby? Would he think it was the worst thing that ever happened to him?

   Those were all questions that wouldn't be answered unless I bought a pregnancy test, and if I was, in fact, pregnant.

   I shook my head to myself, trying to tell myself that I wasn't. I was just sick.

   I stood up and made my way to the kitchen.

   As soon as I got there, however, a massive wave of an awful smell hit my nose like a careless driver hitting a squirrel.

   What was that? Whatever it was made me feel like vomiting again.

   It took me a minute to realize it was the bacon Daveed was cooking.

   Wait a minute. Sensitive to smells? Throwing up? Yeah, this is probably not the flu.., I thought. I then tried to convince myself that it was. I mean...it could be. You never know. People experience the flu in different ways.

   That's when Daveed noticed my existence. He turned away from his bacon and to me with a smile. That smile told me that he was oblivious as to what I thought was going on. "Your bacon's almost ready, darling!" he said. He gestured to a seat pushed against the kitchen table. "Sit down."

   I obeyed, not in the mood to stand. The smell of that bacon was enough to make me pass out, so the last thing I wanted to do was stand. If I passed out, I could crack my head open or some shit.

   A minute or two later, (I know bacon takes longer to cook than that, but hush. Fanfiction magic.) Daveed put the bacon he had just finished cooking on a plate and pushed it towards me.

   The smell became more overwhelming the closer the bacon got. I swallowed the vomit that was starting to creep up my throat and forced myself to pick up a piece of bacon and nibble it, all the while trying not to throw up everywhere.

   I did this until about 3/4 of the bacon was gone.

   That's when I thought, Okay. I need to know if I'm pregnant or not.

   I stood up from the table. "Daveed, I've gotta run a quick errand."

   "Oh, I'll go with you. I have nothing better to do," Daveed responded.

   "Uh, no! It's okay. I'll go on my own," I said awkwardly.

   "Okay..?" Daveed said, obviously confused.

   I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, combed my hair with my fingers, came out, grabbed my purse, and was out the door.

   I could only hope that what I was experiencing was the flu.