Battling Bands

~Jess's POV~

I woke up and Andy was asleep next to me. Naked, that's what we were... Which means- No that didn't happen. I felt acrid bile rise up in my throat as I ran to the bathroom. Barely making it to the toilet, I puked more than I had in years. Probably more than I ever had. I know this isn;t from the thought of me and Andy having sex because I don't get sick that easily, which means_ no, that's impossible! You wouldn't show signs right away...Right? It usually took a couple weeks I think, I hope. Andy walked in to the bathroom, obviously heading to the toilet until he realized that it was occupied. Holding back my hair, he murmured comforting thoughts into my ear.

"Why are you being so nice now?" I asked in between my upchucks., "Is it because you think I'm a good fuck and so you want me to stay to stay till after tour, maybe even longer?"

"Jessica, do you really think I'd let a girl puke up not only her life's meals but her inner organs, and not at least try to make her feel better?"

"Well then help me figure out why I'm puking. What did we have for supper?" I'm allergic to red dye 40 and it's easy for someone who doesn't know that to accidentally give me some. It's in a ton of foods.

"No we had those salads in the fridge with the Kraft ranch. Esmeralda wouldn't let me put anything else on yours." Oh the poor guy was worried! How adorable. Fuck if he wasn't, he should be. I'm going to have to abort, I won't be able to care for the child.

"Go over to that cabinet over there and grab a package of pregnancy tests, I think I might be done puking for now." I pointed over in the general direction and slumped against the back of the tub.

"You don't think you're pregnant, do you? I mean you are on the pill right?" He asked worriedly. He really needs to calm the fuck down, like right now.

"Well no shit, I'm on the pill. But it is not foolproof, just like a condom. Now leave so I can do this!" I sat on the toilet and pissed on the little stick. I did three tests just in case. I don't want to look at them. I have to but I don't want to. Maybe I can make Andy look, no he would just freak out. Slowly, I grabbed the tests after they had fully developed and reluctantly looked at the results.

"Andy, get your ass in here!" I called, knowing he was only outside the door. He burst in, sweat dripping down his forehead from stress and wringing his hands. My eyes were filled with tears.

"I'm-They're-It's..."

Notes

Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!! You all probably hate me now. So what do you think is going to happen??

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