"Fuck." I grumble as I woke to an excruciating headache, slowly blinking my eyes from my interrupted slumber.

As I sit up from my bed, that's when I fucking felt nauseous. In a panic, I hurriedly went to the bathroom as the flood gates of puke happened. My stomach contracted violently as I heaved once again and my throat felt sore from the stench of vomit. With watery eyes, I tried to keep my hair out of reach as I was practically leaning in for support, my body was weak. My stomach dry heaved again and again, and what felt like a minute of doing so it stopped, making me breathe for relief.

I retreated, leaning on the bathtub as I put a hand to my forehead noticing that I was definitely sick. But it was not the pungent smell of vomit or the caustic fluid coating my mouth that had grabbed my attention. For it dawned me;

I might be pregnant.

I instantly stood to my feet, the headache and the nauseous feeling made me grabbed on the sink to steady myself from falling. Wiping my mouth, the faucet drips as I wash my face, cleaning and hoping it will refreshen my thoughts for a bit. I extend an arm out, opening my drawers and frantically searching for something that I badly need. My hand finally lands on the pill box only to see that I've been running out of pills for the past few weeks and I happened to not notice things. As it all came back, I even haven't taken my pill for the week.

"Shit." I exclaimed, grunting planting my hands on the sink as I lean forward, directly looking at my face in the mirror.

Fucking think, Cleo.

Inhaling and exhaling, somehow to calm myself down. I did my best to thoroughly think, closing my eyes to focus and with a sense of determination found, I opened my eyes and made a list of plans of what I could do for the day.

because this just can't be.

Checking the time out, it was already 11:00. Taking small steps as I walk towards the shower, I needed one to lessen the heat on my body. If I'm going to sulk around all day and do nothing, I'd be definitely sick at the end, thinking an activity would do good if I try to. After I took a shower, I did my usual morning routine and carefully went downstairs as I felt like my head was spinning crazy.

The house was as usual, silent and still. I was the only one left whenever the day came around for they basically go home about the late afternoon and the caretakers usually end early in the morning. Forcing myself to take a breakfast but it was short lived for I had no appetite.

To challenge myself, I was dressed in my sportswear as I plan and wanted to take a jog down the neighborhood, so after taking a tablet hoping it would ease a little bit of pain and it did worked wonders, I went outside as soon as possible and started to take a walk.

A couple of minutes, I was already running down the street. Out of breath, I continued as I felt like my body was recovering. I ran for a good solid of 30 minutes and then I went to the park and playground, planning to do a bit of workout. Kids and with their parents were seen, doing the typical day out while I did a couple of bar exercises and after what felt like an hour, I decided to bring it to an end as I went back inside the house.

Through whole time I did, I was pondering countless of thoughts. I've noticed I had the same experience for the past few weeks but I was good at trying to hide things, it was better to avoid attention and questions. It could just only be that I acquired a flu because lately I've been trying to adjust to the drastic change of weather, I thought.

Because I refused to believe and relentless I was, I did a couple of chores around the household and even attempted to make myself some chicken curry. By the time I finished, I was covered in sweat and exhausted but thankfully my headache was gone and now I was feeling better.

Needing to refresh myself and after I do so, I went downstairs straight to the kitchen to take a bite out of my meal. Surprisingly, the food was good.

It proves that paying attention while your mom cooks is a good idea because when I thought I was just wasting my time, watching straight for a half an hour as she was naggingly telling me to pay attention. It was obvious that I was eating like a caveman, as I gorge on the chicken like there was no tomorrow.

But even halfway through and no matter how delicious the cook was, I could not even finish the whole meal as the nausea came too quickly and I ended up on the bathroom floor again. Puking my guts out as it was seriously tiring me and caught up, I haven't even noticed that someone had arrived as the door opened and the sound of footsteps on the living room I heard.

"Cleo?"

Matheo, he's here.

Relief washed over my body my senses were at ease for I was in panic that maybe it could be Chris and my mother and arriving at the scene of me puking like a monster, huddled on the bathroom floor is not what I had in mind.

"Cleo." He called out again as I heard his voice was near the bathroom, bringing me back to reality.

"In here." I spoke as I muster up a voice, hoping he heard me.

As soon as I did, I felt like his footsteps came nearer as he took long strides and when I looked to the side, he was already at the entryway. In a second that he saw me, he came towards me in an instant helping me to sit up.

"What's wrong? are you sick?" He asked in a worried voice.

"Nah, it must be the chicken." I mutter, sniffing after as water was practically shooting down on my nose and eyes from all the puking that I did.

I practically kind of lied, because I didn't want to get the impression that I might be pregnant because I was not even sure that I was or I might just be in a clear state of denial. My thoughts were in a haze ever since I started throwing down sour food on the toilet.

And your brain might have went down as well. My inner-being was at it again.

"It's okay." He murmurs, lightly patting and rubbing my back as I regain my senses leaning into his side for comfort.

"Could you please get me some tylenol." I spoke, knowing we have a spare supply of medicine kit on the bathroom.

With no questions asked, he nods and stood opening the drawer while I look at him the whole time mind blank, but when a tampon on the drawer came into view, I was up on my feet in an instant as I felt like the sickness was gone while this time I was about to lose my shit.

"Do you know how many days since it's been from the day of 25?" I asked staring blankly at his direction, in a deep thought.

"Two weeks, why?" He responds, a stern expression on his face.

Holy shit.

The moment he answered, everything made it clear. In a state of shock, I couldn't will my lips to move. I was loss for words but I tried to think, because silence is not going to solve the problem it was best if I speak it out as soon as I can.

"I'm late." I utter.

"My period's late." I add, while I was still able to form out my words to elaborate.

I took small steps, facing the mirror as I lightly lift my shirt seeing my bare belly. My eyes were basically shooting daggers on the mirror as I started to reach and check, touching and at the same time feeling it as it felt strange.

Like new that it's fucking odd kind of strange. Matheo kept silent the whole time while I do so, his eyes intently watching me and the serious expression on his face would say so that he was also in a deep thought. My stomach looked full and by looking closely, their's like a small bump evident. My breath hitched, heart accelerated as the question of truth leaves hanging in thin air.

Is this the welcome of motherhood?