My eyes widen as I pull out my phone from my pocket and open up the calendar to check the date.
Oh, fuck!
I’m two weeks late for my period.
Uneasiness hits me hard when I realize this could be morning sickness. I’m going to have to talk to Aiden as soon as he gets back. I don’t know if he’s going to be happy or completely pissed off with me.
Is this crazy bad?
Or, is this awesome good?
I know I shouldn’t get overly worked up. It still might be a bug or something. My period is probably late due to the stress I have been under. Hopefully, that’s all this is, and I’m not pregnant.
Not that I don’t want a baby. I want to be a mother more than anything—one day.
I know its old-school, but I’ve always wanted to be married first. I will definitely be ecstatic if I am pregnant, of course. But I’m certainly worried about what Aiden might say.
With trembling hands, I walk out to the basin and wash my face, taking some of my makeup off. I don’t care. I already feel horrible anyway and may as well look the part. I wipe my face with a paper hand towel and head back toward my desk, but on my way, Niall stops me. “Help me in the kitchen,” he barks out as he walks past me and then into the kitchen area.
I shake my head at his aggressiveness and turn to follow him. “Come on. I haven’t got all damn day,”he yells.
Slowly, I walk into the room to see him setting up a stepladder in front of the cupboard. I look at him curiously as he waves his hand around at me.
“Come on, hurry up.”
“How can I help?” I ask as I step into the room.
Niall pushes me toward the ladder. “Get up there and grab that box for me, will you?”
With a loud exhale that I can’t help, I take a few steps in my heeled shoes up the stepladder with no help from Niall. Feeling a little wobbly, I reach for the box on top of the cupboard, but it’s just out of my reach, so I stand on my tiptoes and finally wrap my fingers around it.
Suddenly, an alarm sounds through the foyer, making me jump at the sheer volume being so close to the speaker in the ceiling. The unexpected shock puts me off balance, and I feel dizzy.
“Damn fire drills,” Niall yells. With his hand, he yanks hard on my blouse for me to get down, but instead of me stepping down the ladder, I stumble with the heavy box in my hand.
It all happens so fast.
I lose my footing.
Fall down the last few rungs.
My back slams on the glass tabletop, and it smashes beneath my weight.
The heavy box smacks directly on my stomach, sending a massive wave of pain through my body. My head collides hard with the floor. I cry out in agony like I haven’t felt before as it ripples through me. Surrounded by papers which have fallen out from the box, I lay on the kitchen floor, as shards of shattered glass which are beneath me dig into my skin.
Niall’s quickly at my side, but I can’t help moaning with the pain that’s overwhelming my body right now. Scratches and scrapes litter my arms, blood pools around them as Niall hovers over me with panic in his features. “Get up. Hurry. The alarm is sounding. I don’t have time to waste with you blubbering. You’ll be fine. Just get up. And do it now.”
There’s absolutely no feeling in his voice. At all. The bastard huffs when I can’t move, and he leaves me in the kitchen, fumbling around trying to get up. I guess he thinks I’m following him, but the pain is immeasurable, and I can’t seem to move. My stomach stabs and cramps, and my lower back is killing me.
I cry into my hands when another cramp hits me at full force. I moan out loud as something warm start to flow between my legs. Shifting my head up, I look down to see blood. Instantly, my heart starts racing, and my breathing comes in quick and shallow. I clench and unclench my eyes trying stop the pain from searing through my body. The fire alarm blares, and it effectively drowns out my cries. My body shudders as every stomach cramp renders me unable to move. My chest squeezes wishing with everything I have that Aiden will walk through the door and help me. I can’t seem to move, and every time I try, my stomach sends a stab through me like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
As I continue to lie on the floor, I wonder how this happened.
Did I fall from the dizziness?
Was I pulled?
I don’t know the answer, I simply can’t remember through the agony.