Millicent
I stared at my calendar app for the fifth time, counting days like somehow the math would change if I just tried hard enough. But the numbers stayed stubbornly the same. Two months. I'd missed two periods.
"s**t," I whispered, closing the app with shaking fingers. "s**t, s**t, shit."
The nausea I'd been blaming on stress hit me again, and I barely made it to my trash can. When I finished dry heaving - because of course my stomach was empty, I hadn't been able to keep anything down for days - I slumped back in my chair.
Two missed periods. Morning sickness that lasted all day. Exhaustion that ten hours of sleep couldn't fix. Crying at a paper towel commercial yesterday. Even my sense of smell had gone crazy - Abel's cologne, which I usually loved, now made me want to gag.
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