Just as I was barfing my guts out, feeling my stomach cramp up. I felt a soft pat on my back.
Trying to fight off the discomfort, I turned around. Damon's face was serious, his eyes filled with worry. "Feeling better? Let me take you to the hospital"
"No need. Just a bit of a stomach bug. I'll get some meds later" I waved him off.
If I went to the hospital, they'd definitely find out about my pregnancy And if Damon found out, that would be a problem.
I had snuck off to the hospital for a check–up. I was indeed three months pregnant. The doctor said there was no way to tell if the drugs I'd been taking these past three months had affected the baby.
I was hesitating. I hadn't decided what to do with the baby.
"If you have stomach issues, you should get a thorough check–up and then take medication seriously" Damon, seeing me getting up, grabbed my hand, trying to lead me away.
