Y/N's Point of View 

About a month later, I start to feel nauseous all the time.  I run to the bathroom and throw up into the toilet.  I wonder what is happening to me, and then, I remember what happened about a month ago between Brian and I.

I grab my telephone off its cradle and dial Brian's number.

After the phone rings a couple of times, Brian picks up.  His slightly raspy voice sexy as always.  "Hey, this is Brian," he says.

"Hey, Brian.  This is Y/N," I say, uneasy.

"Hey, how you doin', Y/N?" he asks, excitement showing in his voice.

"Umm...good.  Do you remember our night about a month ago?"

"Of course.  You were amazing."  He pauses.  "What's wrong?"  Slight concern in his voice.

"Nothing, really.  I've just been feeling very nauseous lately."

"Oh.  You okay?"

"Yeah.  I think... I think I might be pregnant," I say with nervousness in my voice.

"Oh, no."  I hear Brian start to pace around the room over the phone.  "Oh, no."

"What's wrong, Brian?  What's the matter?"

"It was my fault."  His tone drops a little.

"What?  What was your fault?"

"I did this.  I got you pregnant.  I didn't put on a condom."

"Oh.  Oh, no."  I feel my breath start to hitch.

"Y/N.  Y/N, it's okay.  It's alright.  We'll get through this together."