"Oh, my goodness, baby! Maybe we can go on an island tour. Then again, maybe that snorkel safari would be better because the waters here are so clear. Bryce, I want to do everything. You know we only have a week here, right?"

Watching Tiff's eyes light up as she looked through all the excursions was the sweetest thing. However, we couldn't go do everything because she's been sick. Why would I take my sick wife out to the clear waters just to ruin them?

Hear me out. Let's start from the beginning, before we came on the trip.

Mom and Dad were thrilled about me marrying a woman like Tiffany. They never cared for anyone else I brought around the house until we went on the family's annual ski trip a few years back. That was the first time they really got to know Tiff and they fell in love with her. When I told Dad about asking her to marry me, he told me to go for it and they practically paid for everything.

When we told them about our trip to Florida, they threatened me to take her somewhere better. They planned this whole Bora Bora trip and paid for everything again. We kept pushing the trip back because things kept getting in the way. It was to the point that Dad got frustrated and made us go this week, so we did.

We caught the first plane here and it was a long flight. During the flight, Tiff had to go to the bathroom every few hours and there was no problem with that until we landed. Tiff sped to the bathroom to do something and came back.

I didn't want to make any assumptions so we caught a ride to our hotel room. Once we stepped into the area, Tiff rushed to the bathroom again and that's when it started bothering me. Putting my ear to the door, I heard her vomiting and it put so many things into perspective. Here I thought she ate something bad before we left but that wasn't it. Every few hours, she had to get up and go back to the bathroom.

Now, I don't know about you all but something's telling me that there's something going on with her body and she just doesn't want to tell me.

"Are you sure you don't want to just rest for a minute? You've been up for a while and a bit sick so-"

"Nope. I am well-rested and everything feels good. Maybe we can just go to a nice restaurant since you don't want to do anything active."

Damn, what's with the attitude? We're on vacation and you're throwing a tone at me? I'm just looking out for her health and safety. If it's what I think is going on, we're catching the first flight back home.

"Woah, chill out now. I just want to make sure you're okay. Seeing that-"

"Bryce, I'm fine. Now...ooh! Maybe a visit to the art studio later, to get some pictures for Jess and just look at the beautiful art work, then maybe a cruise dinner across the ocean. Tomorrow, we can do the snorkel tour..."

Since when did she care so much about art? Had to be from her being with Jess so much. She spends more time with her and I understand they are best friends but Tiff has a husband now. There needs to be some time spent with me.

After her rundown of our honeymoon, she casually walked to the bathroom and out came the contents of this morning's meal. Something was seriously wrong with her and I want to get to the bottom of it. Going to a doctor or a hospital here may be our only option. We tried Ginger Ale and Sprite already.

After she brushed her teeth and came back into the bedroom with her white robe on, she saw me dialing a number on the hotel phone and took the phone out of my hands. Was she serious?

"Babe, this is your third time brushing your teeth in the matter of 12 hours. We can just hang out in the room until you feel better. I can go ahead and call a doctor to see what's going on-"

"NO! Just...no. Don't do that. We can just rest here and order room service." She grumbled, pulling her soft blonde hair back and sighing. Her fingers played with the sash on her microfiber robe while her eyes studied the material.

It was as if she was thinking to tell me something but didn't want to. Why be so defensive about it? Aren't we supposed to be honest with each other?

She walked to the other side of the bed and just sat on it, looking upset about the situation. Tucking her hair behind her ear and sniffling, Tiff turned to me with baggy eyes. How am I just seeing these?

"Bryce, I just want to try and have a good time. We're only going to be here for a week and there so many things we have to do here." She admitted as tears developed in her eyes.

Wait a second. She was happy earlier, then she got pissy with me after vomiting, now, she's crying over a phone call to the doctor? How do her emotions just switch up like that? This is scary because her moods don't change often. If anything, she's only in one mood everyday: horny.

"We can have a good time but we have to take it easy. I don't want anything to happen to you or get worse."

No, I want to have a good time outside of this room. There's so much to see and so much to do. We can go anywhere and do anything with no distractions or consequences. This is our time to be free to do whatever and you won't let it happen because you think something's wrong with me. Why?"

Let's talk about that, shall we? If you're throwing up every couple of hours, your moods are changing like a gear shift when parallel parking, you complained about not being on your menstrual last month, and you slept 12 hours straight in a day. Not to mention, you refuse to eat the oysters that was served at the recent charity ball and you love oysters.

If these aren't signs that something's wrong with your body, I don't know what it is. She just needs to come out and tell me what's going on. She doesn't have to worry about me being pissed off about anything unless there's another man.

"Well, you're sick. Something's wrong with your body and I want to take it easy-"

"Well, I don't. I want to go for a swim on the beach, show off my new bikini, dine at these nice restaurants, and see the sights. This place is beautiful and all but staying in here will not help us see more of Bora Bora. I want to take it all in before we have to go back home. Can we at least go out to dinner?"

"Fine. We can go out to eat and have a good time. I promise."

Anything to make her happy, right?

Her eyes lit up at the idea before she reached across the bed to press her lips against mine. Those fresh mint lips moved in sync with mine as her hands did other things. Her fingers traveled past the waistband of my sweats and almost grabbed my private until I realized she was sick.

What would it look like us having sex and she gets sick from all the shaking?

She wanted it and I felt uncomfortable with that, knowing what I knew. Once she pulled it out, I stopped her by grabbing her hand and pushed it away. The kissing stopped and she watched me in a bit of worry.

It wouldn't be right doing this to her, especially when both of us had things to talk about. We were hiding things from each other and I couldn't make love to her while holding some much-needed information. I had to get it off my chest.

"Tiff, we need to talk," I started as she sat back against the fresh white pillows and folded her arms. Aggravated sighs came from her lips as she rolled her eyes in sensual frustration.

Can't lie about it. The rolling of the eyes, the folded arms, the aggravated sighs, and the angered hair flip all turn me on because she had to wait to get the prize out of this Cracker Jack box. However, this time was different.

"What do we have to talk about, Bryce? I thought we already talked about everything before we got married? Remember at the office?" she asked in defeat.

The memory came back in my mind. The time when I met her at her office and she was working on a new design. However, we didn't finish discussing it because we had other plans.

About to tell her what I needed to tell her, our conversation was interrupted by her ringtone and now look who's the frustrated one. The phone call was from her boss, Gabby. Of course, she was checking in to be nosey and gave her hell about showing up to work.

After going back and forth with Gabby, Tiff came back in the room and just laid in the covers, turning her back towards me and went straight to sleep for five hours.

Well, there goes my confession.

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We got St. James restaurant and the scenery was exquisite, the type of pricey eatery that my parents go to all the time since they're retired.

The lighting was low with a few strobe lights of blues and purples. There were some couples that sat inside of the restaurant but Tiff wanted the full experience. Sitting outside was the best place for us.

The outside was immaculate with its breeze of the shore mixing in with the seafood smell of the restaurant. A perfect view of the waves crashing into the shore from the restaurant was just the icing on top of the cake. It was the perfect representation of the beach life.

Our table was decorated with roses and candles on either side of the table, draped with a white fabric cloth and some fine silverware. All at my request for my sweet girl.

"Babe, I have to make a quick trip to the bathroom. I'll be right back." Tiff informed as she sped off. I wondered if it was the mix of salt water and seafood that made her sick.

Nope, it had to be what I was thinking earlier today.

Anyway, my eyes studied the décor and the architecture of this place. The large tiki hut covering over the tables, the fiery-colored lights, the lounge chairs around the tables. It was a relaxing atmosphere.

Buttoning the rest of my beach shirt, someone caught my attention with "Oh my goodness! Do you know who you are?! You're Bryce Pogue, Mr. and Mrs. Pogue's kid! I can't believe I'm bumping into you here. You're all grown up and married-"

How'd she know I was-

Never mind.

"Anyway, your parents are so amazing. They're the reason why I'm always on vacation now. They sent our employees close to retirement on early retirement and funded us. Isn't that nice? You're part of an amazing family, sir."

Don't I know it? One thing about my parents is that they never refuse an opportunity to help the community. Not just because it's a tax write-off but they just love helping their people. They've done this since they were dating back in high school and they've been blessed with more money than they can count. All they do is give it back.

They knew how to spoil a guy like me though as their only kid. They raised me humbly and always disciplined me when necessary but it wasn't too often, mostly during college. I told them the truth about everything going on in my life, even about the incident when I first met Tiff. That couldn't stay hidden. They would guilt trip me so bad until I said what was bothering me.

That's why I had to get a job at the coffee shop for a while and played guitar there. Disrespecting the community was like disrespecting them and they weren't having it. They cut me off for a whole year until I got it together. That's how I learned to branch out on my own.

After a polite thank you, I watched the elderly woman walk away and the waiter came to take our drink order. Pushing this would've pissed Tiff off but I didn't care at that point. She needed to tell me.

So, I ordered two glasses of wine, telling the waiter to keep them coming, with a pitcher or water. She'll probably use the alcohol fasting excuse but it doesn't hurt to try, right?

Speaking of the absent woman, she came back towards the table in her yellow one-piece bathing suit with a white shawl wrapped around her waist. Her yellow heels clicked across the floor while walking to me with her blonde hair straightened and slick. That wedding ring shined in the candle light too. It was divine.

Then my eyes notices something was off. Her thighs were bigger and her stomach...was rounder. She was gaining weight. That confirmed what I already knew to be true.

"Have they come to take our orders yet?" She asked while I studied those deep blue oceanic eyes. Darker than the ocean.

"They just came by to take our order. I figured you'd like some wine since it's been a minute. You used to love drinking wine."

Her eyes widened at me like she was sucking the soul out of me. She was pissed off. "Are you crazy or stupid? You know I can't have alcohol when I'm..."

She stopped herself fast and cleared her throat as she eyed the waiter coming with the drinks. Oh she was definitely hiding something that can't be hidden for long.

"When you're what, Tiff?"

The waiter asked for our orders and I already knew what I wanted. Tiff studied the menu forward and backward with a scrunched nose. She didn't want this, she didn't want that, she didn't like this, and didn't like that. Most of it was seafood and she will eat seafood if it was the only thing left on earth to eat.

Suddenly, she despises it and it makes her feel queasy? You don't think there's something wrong with that?

"You know what? I just want a bowl of fresh fruit. Can I get that please?"

A bowl of fresh fruit? Honestly, the surprised factor was gone and I was just mad because she wouldn't tell me. She wouldn't be honest with me.

The waiter took our menus and left as Tiff and I sat in silence, watching each other. Sipping on my wine glass, my eyes studied her twiddling her thumbs and taking a glass of water to her lips.

"You know I'm not drinking alcohol right now. Why would you order wine when you know that, honey?"

"Our fast from alcohol was only supposed to be for the wedding. We're married now and we can drink again."

"I can't drink alcohol. You know that." She rolled her eyes and continued sipping.

"Why's that? I don't know so please inform me."

Straight up silence. Her eyes fluttered as she bit down on her bottom lip with a nervous look. She took deep breaths and just looked out into the water. I had to use my last straw on this. Obviously, the wine trick didn't work. This has gone on long enough.

"You want to know what I was going to tell you at the hotel?" Her eyes turned back to me so fast with furrowed eyebrows as I went on.

"The church wants the band to go on tour sooner than I thought. I have a month until we leave so we have to-"

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU, BRYCE?! How can you even think to leave me in my time of need?! You can leave me that long while I'm pregnant! You'll miss when the baby arrives! You can't leave me!"

And there it goes.

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What's up, folks?!

SURPRISE! Double upload Saturday because somehow I couldn't get Jana's story up in time on Thursday.

So what do you think?

Why do you think Tiff didn't tell him about her pregnancy until now?

How do you think Bryce feels? Do you think he'll stick around for the pregnancy instead of going off with the band?

Spoiler alert: Tiff only lets Bryce and Jess know for the longest time. She won't tell everyone else until the right time. There's a reason for that.

Anywho, I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. We still have a looooooong way to go.

Until Thursday or next Saturday, see ya around the wattpadisphere!

Love ya!