All I Can See Are These Flames Around Me

For what must have been the hundredth time in the last week alone, I found myself on my knees gagging into the white porcelain bowl that I had become very well squinted with in the bathroom. Andy isn't here. He's gone out to pick up lunch. We learned the other day that going out for lunch isn't the greatest idea in the world. I had barely made it out to the car when I was puking my Chinese food right back up.

So just to be safe, Andy had decided that this week, our little lunch date would be held at home. Gagging once more, I finished spilling the contents of my stomach into the bowl below me. Tears welled in my eyes as I coughed and sputtered. Where is Andy when I need him? Normally he holds my hair back and will rub my back, which surprisingly made the whole event of puking a whole lot better.

This whole being pregnant thing is not even close to how it's shown on television or in movies. It's so much worse. On tv or in a movie the pregnant women has a little bit of morning sickness that's gone in days and she's perfectly fine. She's fucking Wonder Women, going out and having a good time. Her body doesn't ache, she isn't sleepy, she isn't cramping. I'm Just barely eleven weeks now and I'm going through fucking hell. I can't sleep, I can't eat. All I do is pee.

I hate this.

Somehow I managed to pull myself to my feet and drag my body over to the sink. Turning the faucet on I washed my sour mouth out with cool water. It didn't do much to get rid of the nasty taste, but it did make me feel a little bit better.

“Nikki? Babe you in there?” Oh, look who's finally showed up!

“Yeah?” Resting my weight against the counter I sighed. Andy could see how flushed I was, and he immediately knew what happened.

“Oh, baby I am so sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone." Andy rushed into the room and pulled me into his strong arms. Kissing my forehead he continued to apologize.

“Andrew, it's okay."

“No, it’s not.” Cradling me in his arms Andy, carried me into his bedroom.

“Andrew I’m fine, really.” As I was being set on the bed I flashed him a weak smile.

I'm so use to puking constantly throughout the day that in reality it doesn't faze me anymore. I use to hate it. Now I just shrug and get it over with.

“Are you sure? I’m really sorry Nick.” Taking a seat beside me on the bed, Andy ran a hand through my hair.

“Will you stop apologizing? There will be plenty of other times that you can take care of me while I get violently sick. You'll probably have two more opportunities today!"

Andy chuckled softly before bringing his lips to my forehead. He has a thing about forehead kisses. Not that I'm complaining. "I guess you're right." He passed for a moment before he spoke again. "Answer me this, Nick."

Wrapping my arms around him I cuddled back into his chest. "What, Batman?"

“Well you see, I was thinking."

"Oh, that's never a good thing." I snickered.

"Shut up you." Poking me in the forehead he stuck his tongue out at me. "I was thinking, and I don't see why you just don't move in with me. I know we haven't been together for a really long time, but I feel that if we're going to raise this baby together it would be better if you moved in now rather than waiting until you're crowing."

Hmm... He does make a good point. Moving in with him now would only be logical. At the moment I can still lift light weight boxes, and I'm not super uncomfortable yet. Nodding I smiled at him.

"You make an excellent point. I think you're right, I should move in." Andy looked honestly shocked that I had agreed to live with him.

This huge, goofy smile suddenly appeared on Andy's face. "Really?!" He cried, sounding more like an excited child than a twenty-four year old man.

"Yes, really Andrew." I said with a soft chuckle.

"I love you Nikki!" My heart jumped at his words.

Did Andy Biersack really just say he loves me? Grinning like a fool I kissed him hard.

"I love you too, Andrew."

It's official. I am in love with Andrew.

Eat your heart out, Ashely.

Notes

Aww yeah, another update.
I'm really doing a good job getting through this rewrite.
I'm actually a tad proud of myself.
Let's see how many I can get through tonight, shall we?

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