5 August 2012
-TIFFANY- When I woke up the next morning, I turned over and flopped my arm onto Nate's side of the bed, only to find it cold and empty. "Nate?" I murmured, still half asleep. I called again, and soon realised he wasn't on the island. I sat back down on the bed, and curled up into a ball, feeling a wave of sickness flood over me again. I put my head on my knees, begging for this pain to dissolve away; begging for Nate to come back and hold me, taking away all the pain. As it grew more and more nauseating, I felt myself wincing and whining for Nate to come and sit with me. Just as I called out his name one more time, I found myself rushing into the bathroom and collapsing onto the floor. "Tiffany?" he cried as I heard the door to the house shut. "Here" I moaned. "What's wrong?" he said, rushing into the bathroom as soon as he saw me. "I feel too ill to move" I complained. "Come into bed. I'll carry you" he offered, scooping me up in one arm like you would a child. "Where were you?" I groaned as I curled back up into my ball. "I got this..." he said, pulling out a recognisable box "I know you don't want to, but I couldn't sleep last night knowing I could be a father, and I just need to know. I promise you I won't lift my hopes up too high, and afterwards we'll be fine and we'll enjoy this break no matter what" "Let me lie down for a minute" I said begrudgingly. "You'll do it?" he said, voice sparkling with youth again. "In a minute.." I said, drifting in and out of this nauseating world of pain.
-NATE- I waited with baited breath to see what the result of the test was to be. I sat on the bed, facing the bathroom door which was now closed, trapping me from my wife and the possibility of finding out about my bright future. "T, are you almost done?" I called, not exactly remembering how long she'd been already as my mind was racing. Just as I asked, the door clicked open and she appeared, still in her lingerie from last night. "Well?" I asked, literally on the edge of my seat. "Here" she said, handing me the test face down before sitting on the floor in front of me, still doubled over slightly in pain. Her expression was impossible to read: it was like she almost didn't know the answer herself, as her face gave away no tell tale signs of happiness or devastation. "I haven't seen it yet, I think it should be done by now. As you were the one who wanted to know the most, I thought I'd let you do the honours" "Shall I look now?" I said, glancing down at the test and realising that perhaps this wasn't the best idea. I was treating this stick of plastic like the plague, handling it carefully but in slight fear. It was like a hot object that you know you need to hold but your body is telling you not to. "No time like the present" she said, standing up and sitting beside me. I turned over the plastic, my heart beating feverishly and rapidly, causing my whole body to beat and shake slightly as the excitement and dread built up and battled inside of me. "Well?" Tiffany asked as soon as she knew I'd seen the result. I leaned down so my mouth was in line with her ear, and I whispered "Here we go again"
Love You Too: PART EIGHTY THREE • Opuss № I