Vibrator

A wave of nausea hit me at the middle of the night, causing me to get up out of the bed and go into the bathroom, throwing up and flushing after. It’s been like this for two weeks, and I have insisted I didn’t need to go to the doctors. Though Andy wanted me to. I sighed, sinking against the wall, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I closed my eyes and I was happy that Andy didn’t wake up to me leaving suddenly. I stood, using mouthwash to freshen up and walking downstairs, getting some type of medication that would help. After that I went upstairs, crawling in next to Andy. I fell asleep.

“Good morning,” Andy said to me and I smiled as I walked over to him on the couch.
“Morning,” I responded as I sunk into the couch next to him, curling up into his side.
“How did you sleep?” Andy asked and I sighed.
“I ended up getting sick in the middle of the night again, I didn’t want to wake you up or anything, but I’m better now,” I closed my eyes as I felt his arm wrap around me.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the doctor?” He asked me.
“I’m sure, I’m always fine afterwards.”

I was getting undressed to take a shower when I finally realised something. Something that I was so unsure about. Something that scared me so much.

Notes

oooOOoooooOooOooooOoOoooo cliff hanger.

can you guys guess what is going to happen next?