Stuck Between Two Daddy's.

Hi. My name is Rylee. I'm not one of those pagent queens, or cheerleaders. I'm not popular, or cute and funny. I'm a loner. I drink, do drugs, have sex, do everything. My therapist says it's to cope with the death of my mother. Does she not know that my mum died when I was 2? I don't remember her. Anyway. I'm not here to tell you my sob story life about how I live with a single dad with 2 younger sisters because their mum left us out of the blue. Oops. Told too much. I forgot to mention one thing about me. I have a boyfriend. His name is Niall Horan. He's a part of the band One Direction. I'm sure you all have heard of them. I'm kind of pregnant. But not with his child. But of another member of the band's... I haven't told either one of them yet. Not sure when I should though. Or if I should even have this baby at all... Abortion sounds better everyday.


17. I Caught the Love Bug


  The next morning I woke up and felt absolutely horrible. My body was shakey, I was vomiting, I didn't even want to move. Niall was laying next to me and I woke him up and asked him to move me to the couch so I wouldn't get him sick.     He rubbed his eyes and looked at me. "Baby, I'll move. You stay here in bed. I'll call Jamie and tell him you're sick and can't get in and I'll call the doctor too to make sure everything is okay." I nodded and fell back asleep. I never have dreams, and when I say never, I mean I never. Not  even when I was little, but I actually had a dream.     I was walking across this white building. Everything is white, just like PPC. But it wasn't PPC because there weren't any pictures of babies. In fact, there was nothing in there. I just kept walking down this hallway until I came across a corridor. I walked in and I saw this woman giving birth. There had to be already 8 babies out of her. And the doctor said "Come on! There's just 3 more in there!" and I just stood at the front watching. Then, my stepmum came and put her arm around my shoulders and said, "That's you before you died." and then I woke up, breathing heavily and sweating.      Niall rushed in and said "Baby, are you okay?" "What's wrong?" "Is something happening?" I just couldn't make out the words. 3 minutes later after he was watching me, I looked at him and said, "I know how I'm going to die."     He just looked at me and didn't say anything. "I'm going to die giving birth." I said again. "I had a dream..." then Niall stood up.      "We're getting rid of that baby." he said, angry. "I am not letting it kill you."     "So we're going to kill it?! No Niall..." I told him, pulling on him to sit back down on the bed. "Let's just go to the hospital and see if anything is wrong. Because I've never had a dream, or if I have I've never been able to remember it until now." Next thing I know, he scooped me up into his arms and was carrying me out to his car. I guess we're going to the hospital. He set me down gently in the back seat so I could lay down. He went back inside to grab a pillow and a blanket, then came back out and put the pillow under my head and draped the blanket over me. He got in the driver's seat and drove as carefully as he could to the hospital.     Once we got there, he had picked me up again. I told him I could walk, but he insisted on carrying me. He told the receptionist that the doctor was waiting for us and she told us to go on back, then have him come back out to fill paperwork once I'm in the doctor's care. The doctor came in and said "So, Rylee, what's up? What's wrong?"     "Well, I'm pregnant. About 6 weeks in. I woke up this morning feeling shakey, dizzy, and nauseus. I know it's not morning sickness because morning sickness doesn't come with a fever of 102.6. And then I fell back asleep after I woke Niall up and I never have dreams. I can't remember a dream except for this one..." I told him the dream and the whole time, he was writing in this notebook and nodding.      "Well, we can't look at the baby just yet. We have to wait for 8-12 weeks old before we do any tests on it. But let's do an ultrasound and check on the baby's heartbeat." the doctor said. By that time, Niall was back in and he was stroking my hair and listening to me talk.     A nurse came in about 10 minutes later with this blue goo that's supposed to go on my stomach and the ultrasound equipment. I laid down on the bed and lifted my shirt. She put the blue, cold, goo on my stomach and spread it around with this remote looking thing. We were listening to this very faint heart beat.    *Badum....Badum....Badum...Badum*     The doctor was examining it all and said "The baby's beating is normal, but it is very faint. Are you drinking any alcohol or caffeine? Smoking anything?"     "No sir. I've been very careful... Wait... I did have a coffee a couple weeks ago." I said, getting nervous.     "That wouldn't effect the baby right now. I meant recently, in the past couple of days." He said.     "Then, no I haven't. Does sex do anything?" I ask. Wanting to know our limits.     "I don't suggest having sex when you're 6-9 months pregnant. But right now, sex is okay. But when you are 9 months pregnant and want to go into labor, sex will induce the labor. I'm going to get you some medication. I want you to take this twice a day, before work and before you go to bed. It will help keep stress off of you. It won't hurt the baby, so don't worry. Once you are 8 months pregnant, I will want you to stop working and stop going to school. But we will discusss that on a later day. Thank you for coming in. I will write you a prescription and you may get it at the pharmacy downstairs." The doctor wrote my presciption and walked off.     I looked at Niall. "Why is the heart beating so faintly? I'm already a bad mother..." Niall put his arm around me.      "You're okay." he said. "Let's go downstairs and get your medicine and go home. Are you feeling any better?"     "Not very nauseus anymore. But still very diz--" and I was interrupted by being picked up. Goodness. "Or pick me up. That's cool, too."  I said to Niall. He ignored me and took us downstairs to get the prescription filled then we were on our way home.      The rest of the day I slept. I drank tea every so often, decaffinated tea to be specific. And Niall watched me like a hawk until he had to go to the studio.      I hope nothing is wrong with this baby. I feel if something happens to this baby, something will happen to me.
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