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After a month of living together, I started feeling kind of sick. My stomach would ache at random points in the day and I would even throw up sometimes. Sebastian told me that if I kept on taking some medicine, I would feel better in no time. But this went on for a three more weeks.
Then it hit me, I knew why I felt so sick.
Sebastian headed out into the village to go but some bread while I stayed in bed trying to figure out how I was going to tell him about the problem I was having. A little while after I came up with what I wuld tell him, Sebatsian stepped into the house with a big bag of bread.
"I'm back, A-li-son~!" He sang. Sebastian threw the bag of bread on the table and took a little bottle out of his pocket. "I brought you some medicine, too.." He smiled.
"Umm, I don't think I need that-"
"Oh, sure you do!" He interupted me.
"Sebastian, I'm serious, I know why I've been feeling like this." I sighed.
"It's because you ate some raw apple or something," He laughed. "It'll go away, I promise you!"
"Seastian, really! I'm pregnant!" I yelled.
He dropped the bottle of medicine and let his jaw drop. Sebastian put his hands through his hair and took a deep breath. "Oh my gosh..." He sighed. He bit his lip and kicked one of the chairs. "I'm going to be a father?! A fifteen year old father?!"
"Yes, Sebastian..." I scowled.
"B-but, I'm too young!" He claimed.
"I know that, but just think about it; at least you're not the one giving birth to this!" I said touching my stomach.
"Oh Jesus... What will we do?!" He cried.
"What the- Sebastian, what are you doing crying? Shouldn't I be the one crying?" I asked.
"I don't know..." He sniffled.
I rolled my eyes. What was I going to do with a husband like Sebastian?