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body, making me feel lightheaded.
    He reached for my arm and narrowed his eyes. "What's the matter?"
    I hated how he was so attuned to how I was feeling, how he knew something was off, how he knew that I was lying.
    "Nothing. Why?" I only had a real life human, the size of a pea, growing inside of me. No, nothing was wrong at all. Everything was as normal as it could be.
    I closed my eyes and breathed deeply through my nose as the dizzying current heightened, spreading to the pit of my stomach, causing me to stagger.
    "Beth!"
    My eyes flew open and, in the next second, I sprinted toward the toilet, dropped to my knees, and clung to the seat.
    "Fuck!" Kent's voice boomed in the background. He rushed toward me and held back my hair while my lunch landed in the toilet.
    My stomach gurgled and another round of hurling occurred.
    "You're okay." Kent rubbed my back in a continuous motion. "You're fine. Let it out, baby."
    After a few more moments of uncontrollable dry heaving, I rested my head against the seat. Super gross, but I didn't care. My body was exhausted, as though a truck had rammed against me, reversed, and decided to run me over again.
    The next thing I knew, Kent had wiped my mouth with a washcloth. He lifted me from the ground, his hands underneath my knees. "Up, beautiful."
    "Stinky not beautiful." My voice was soft as a whisper against his skin. My hands were clammy against his neck.
    "Stinky...yes, and definitely beautiful."
    He gracefully guided me into bed and tucked me in. All I wanted to do was sleep until tomorrow, even though it was barely after five in the evening.
    It was okay. Dinner was the last thing on my mind.
    But then four words from Kent had me popping out of bed where I lost my equilibrium, almost causing me to go cross-eyed.
    "I'm calling the doctor."
    "No!"
    With his phone in his hand, he glanced at me, giving me a look.
    "Stop." I pushed the blanket off my legs and stood when he didn't hang up the phone.
    "Lie down. You're sick." He ignored me and started speaking into the receiver. "Dr. Ramada please. This is Kent Plack."
    I swayed toward him and grabbed the cell out of his hands.
    His eyes went wide, which they should have, given my crazy antics and record fast actions. He retrieved the phone from my fingers. "Beth, what's your issue? I know you hate doctors, but really." He pressed his lips together and placed the phone back on his ear. "Yes. Hi, Doctor. I need to make an appointment for Beth." He turned the other way, ignoring my protests.
    If I went to the doctor, Kent would find out anyway. Any tests would prove one thing——I was pregnant. In a couple of months, it would be more obvious. I couldn’t walk around with an oversized shirt for nine months, hiding my belly.
    "Yes, we'll be able to make a seven o'clock appointment."
    I wish there was a better way to tell him, but there was no other way to get it out.
    "Stop. Kent." I swallowed. "I'm not sick. I'm pregnant."
    His face turned to me in slow motion. The phone dropped from his hands, and though we had carpet, the thud against the floor echoed through the room. His mouth slipped slightly ajar. His eyes blinked rapidly, which was the only part of him that was moving. I wondered if he was even breathing, if he’d even heard me.
    "What?" His voice was barely audible.
    "Congratulations, I'm pregnant." I smiled my goofy smile. The one I smiled when I was nervous. "Don't worry, I'll take care of falling belly buttons."
    I decided to make light of an unplanned event. Maybe I could’ve lightened the blow. Either way, I didn't know what I was thinking. It didn't work.
    His brow furrowed and he dropped his head, staring at his hands. "How did this happen?" His gaze clouded, going distant.
    He sat there for a good five minutes, just muttering to himself, then he said, "I don't get it."
    "Well you see, girls...have a vagina and boys have a penis..."
    "Stop. This is not the time." His hands briefly clenched and released. "Did you do this? Did