Sorry it's been a while! Also there are mentions of morning sickness in here but there's nothing too gross. Just warning you in case you are really upset by vomit.
Gwen woke up the next morning next to Peter. He was still asleep but she didn't mind. She got up and took out her laptop hoping to get some schoolwork done. As the computer was turning on she was hit with a wave of nausea. She got up and bolted to the bathroom. When she had emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl she left turned around to see Peter who must have woken when she left the room. "Morning sickness?" He asked, sympathetically.
"I guess," she said.
"You alright?" He asked.
"I don't know," she told him.
"Have you seen a doctor?"
"Not yet," she admitted, "I'll make an appointment."
"Don't bother," came a voice from behind Peter. "I made an appointment for you yesterday."
"Thank you Aunt May," Peter told her.
"Yeah," said Gwen, "Thank you."
"You kids are going to be late for school," Aunt May said, "The appointment is at 4:15. The address is on this card." She handed Peter a business card, "Don't forget about the appointment."
Gwen got dressed quickly then went with Peter to school. By now they had been dating for a while and no one found it strange that they arrived together. During their second period class which happened to be math the nausea returned. Peter noticed the pale look on Gwen's face as she tried to decide if she was going to vomit or not. "Are you okay?" He whispered.
It seems Peter wasn't the only person to notice because before Gwen could answer Mr. Williamson, their math teacher, asked her the same question.
"I don't know," she said, "I'm feeling a bit nauseous."
"You should go to the nurse," he told her.
When Gwen got to the nurse's office the nurse was already with a student so Gwen waited outside. By the time the nurse was ready to see her Gwen was feeling mostly better. But when the nurse found Gwen sitting outside her door she still tried to figure out what was wrong. "Gwen," she said, "What brings you here?"
"I was feeling sick in class," Gwen told her, "I'm still feeling a little sick but it's gotten better."
"What kind of sick?"
"Do you think you have a stomach flu?"
"No," Gwen told her, "I know why I was sick."
"Why?" asked the nurse.
"Because I'm pregnant," Gwen told her.
"Oh," said the nurse, "I see, have you seen a doctor?"
"I have an appointment today afterschool," Gwen told her.
"Having a baby involves a lot of difficult decisions," the nurse told her, "Have you spoken to the guidance counselor?"
"I'll call her and see if she can met with you."
"Okay fine," Gwen said.
The guidance counselor was a tall, skinny woman with a permanent facial expression that resembled the look one would give a dog that had just peed on their shoe. It was a look of intense disapproval and right now the disapprove was trained on Gwen.
"So the nurse tells me you're pregnant."
"Do you have plans for the baby's future?"
"I have a doctor's appointment after school."
"I meant long term future."
"I like the name April for a girl and Tony for a boy."
"Ms. Stacey do you realize how serious this matter is?"
"That you are responsible for a life?"
"That the baby is going to need more than a name, it is going to need constant care and attention?"
"Yes, I realize all of that."
"Then take this seriously."
"I am making plans for the baby's future with its father, as he is part of its life as well as me."
"Let's see how long that lasts."
"My parents kicked me out last night, he helped me pack my things and I moved into his house. I have to believe that he'll have my back. He's smart enough to know that we can't do this if we don't work together, so if you'll excuse me I'm going back to class to work with him."
She turned to leave but felt ill and emptied her stomach contents into the trashcan on her way out.
"I'm fine," she said, "I feel better now."