It's been since me and Ace have been together and I've never been happier. It's now December 10th and it's getting closer to Christmas.

The cold weather has taken over and everything is decorated in Christmas trees and lights. It's wonderful!

Me and Ace were snuggled up on my couch and Cohen and Grace were cuddled up on the love seat. We were watching Elf and sipping hot chocolate.

I wasn't surprised when Cohen announced that him and Grace were together, I mean we all saw it coming.

The ending of Elf starting playing on the tv and I just turned around in Aces arms and snuggled closer into his chest.

We have been inseparable these past weeks and I couldn't love it more. We are definitely that clingy couple and I don't care.

I turned 18 last month and me and the girls went out to a club, Ace pulled his face because he wasn't aloud. It was a girls night only.

If I were still in England I would legally be aloud to drink but nobody waits until there legal. Anyway, Ace got me a cute little gold necklace with a moon shape in the middle that I spotted when we were out shopping.

I haven't taken it off since, it goes really well with my locket.

I felt him pull my head to look at him and he signed to me "I've got to head home princess"

He's gotten really good at sign language because I have been teaching him new words constantly and now he's signing certain sentences to me. It's cute

I pout my lips but nod anyway.

He stands up with me attached to him and walks us both to the front door.

"I love you princess" he signs. It was one of the first things he wanted me to teach him how to sign.

"I love you more shitface" I leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips before he disappeared out the door.

I checked my phone and it was 10:30pm. Recently, I've been so tired and drained. It's like all my energy just keeps evaporating into thin air. Not to mention my hunger problems, I'm constantly eating something whether it be chocolate or a piece of bread.

I say goodnight to Cohen and Grace and head up to bed. My mum and dad are out on a date night and won't be back until late.

I have a hot shower and throw on some shorts and a hoodie because it's freezing out. I climb into the warmth of my bed and succumb to the beauty of sleep.

It wasn't until I woke up at around 4am throwing my guts out into my toilet. I sat on my bathroom floor feeling sick and miserable.

I called my mum and she made her way into my room to help me.

Yep, I still call my mum when I'm sick. I'm such a baby honestly.

She walks into my bathroom and presses her hand to my head "what's wrong honey?" She signs.

"I'm not feeling to well" I sign back.

"You do feel a little warm, come on hun I'll help you back to bed" she helps me up and tucks me back into my covers and presses a kiss to my forehead.

My mum fetches me a glass of water to get rid of the putrid feeling of sick in my mouth.

I fell back to sleep an hour later

In the morning I felt a little better but still a little queasy.

Okay, take that back.

I legged it to the bathroom and threw up again for the second time. Oh god, what's wrong with me?

I finished up and flushed the chain, watching the horrid ness disappear. I quickly brushed my teeth and settled back into my bed.

After I felt like I could finally get up, I headed down stairs into the kitchen where my parents sat eating and talking.

My mum then looks at me "how you feeling stell?" She signs.

"I threw up again" I signed back.

"Maybe she should go to the doctors" my dad buts in.

"No, no I'm fine" i lie. I hated the doctors or hospitals.

"Stella I think you should, I'm calling for an appointment" my mums signs and then gets up grabbing her phone.

I sigh, there's no way I'm winning this.

"Okay, mum will you come with me" I ask hopefully.

"Of course honey" she then walks out on the phone with the doctors.

I sit down next to my dad on the table and grab a piece of toast. I only ended up eating half of it and then threw it away.

I wondered what happened to all that hunger I was feeling a week ago.

Just as I was about to get up my mum walked back in.

"The appointment is in an hour Stella, go get dressed" she signs. A worried look was over taking her face.

My mum is a huge worrier when it comes to her children, ever since my parents lost Thomas they call the doctors for everything because they're scared of losing another child. I understand and that's why I don't put up a fight when they rush us to see medical attention.

Once I was back into my bedroom I unlocked my phone, expecting a text from Ace.

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Honestly, the thought of waffles right now makes me feel sick.

I debated telling him I was going to the doctors but I didn't want him to worry. If anything is wrong with me I will tell him after the visit.

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Such a softie, I literally saw him last night and I will probably see him today.

Couldn't help it honestly

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I then locked my phone and began to get dressed. My outfit was a beige matching set and a white teddy bear coat over the top as it was absolutely freezing outside. I also put on my air forces, my face was left bare and my hair was thrown into a messy bun.

One I was done I realised my appointment was in 15 minutes and we needed to get going.

I ran down the stairs to where my mum was waiting at the front door looking as beautiful as ever in her black jeans, white fitted long sleeve high neck and black boots.

After a 15 minute car ride we made it to the doctors and we both were now waiting in the waiting room for the results.

The appointment went well and I told the doctor about how I've been feeling really hungry and tired lately and about me being sick. He understood and made us wait until he could give us the information we needed.

It was then that my mum nudged me and signed to my that the doctor called my name.

I headed into the room with my mum beside me because I made her come with.

We sat in front of the desk whilst he sat behind it and got started with telling us what's wrong.

"So Stella there's nothing really worry about, in your case everything your experiencing is completely fine. It's normal to feel like this as the baby is taking all of the..." the doctor trailed off but I couldn't help but pick up on one word. Baby?

"What do you mean baby?" I asked.

"Stella your 5 weeks pregnant" the doctor explained.

I think I just felt my heart in my throat.

Oh my god I'm gonna throw up.

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