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Ugh.
Zack let it out in his mind the moment he saw Ray heading toward the bathroom and heard her throwing up. He followed her and gently held her hair back while she continued with her disgusting business.
“Hey… are you okay?”
Rachel didn’t answer. At least the retching had stopped.
“I’m fine,” she said as she straightened up and flushed the toilet. She stepped away from the bowl where she had emptied the contents of her stomach.
She rinsed her mouth and wiped it, then rested her hands on the edges of the sink. Zack watched her with concern, his feet shifting restlessly in clear anxiety.
“Damn it! Haven’t you figured out what’s wrong with you yet?”
“I have.”
“And what the hell is it?”
Ray pressed her lips together and, from the shelf, showed him a pregnancy test. Zack stared at it without understanding.
“What the hell is going on with that stick?”
“It came back positive.”
He still didn’t get it.
“I’m pregnant.”
Zack’s eyes widened, and still in shock, he brought his hands to her stomach, still flat.
“There’s a baby in there?”
“Yep.”
“My son?” he corrected himself immediately “Our son?”
“Yeah.”
A smile slowly formed on Zack’s lips. Ray couldn’t help but mirror it. Then his bandaged hands cupped both sides of her face. He kissed her happily, but a second later, he pulled back.
“Ugh… you smell like vomit!”