Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 40: Is Emily Up to Her Tricks Again?

*Rose*

I sit at the small table in my room and look at the words in the book in front of me without fully comprehending the text. All I see are letters and words splayed throughout the page. Stabbing pain on the left side of my lower abdomen makes me wince. I can’t help but make a faint moaning sound.

After Eli left, I hadn’t slept quite right as the dull ache kept me awake. Again, I feel an urgent need to pee, so I stand up and head for the bathroom. I usually go to the toilet a lot after binging on fruit drinks or having had a little too much water to drink, but neither one of those could possibly be the issue right now.

All I have had since I woke up was a quarter glass of juice, but I couldn’t finish it as my mouth feels metallic. I feel like I have been sucking on a handful of pennies.

It's funny how I feel the urgent need to pee, yet my urine is just a few droplets. This is weird and causing me to worry. I walk back to the room and find Vienna setting up a tray of food.

“Good morning, my lady,” she greets me with a bright smile. I return the gesture, although I don’t feel like smiling.

“Morning,” I say, not bothering to add the ‘good.’ For me, there is nothing good about this morning.

She continues to set out the food and doesn’t pay attention to my cold response. I just feel so irritable and can’t help it.

As I sit, my arms lightly touch my breasts, and I jump up and yell, causing Vienna to almost drop the cup and saucer in her hands.

“Are you all right?” she cries out with a worried look in her eyes.

“My breasts hurt. I can’t even touch them. I wish I could just take off this shirt and walk around bare chested because just the feeling of the fabric on my skin is painful.”

Deep lines form on Vienna’s forehead. “Maybe you didn’t sleep in a good position?”

I nod. Yes, that makes sense. All these wild experiments must be making my whole body sore.

“Good morning, bestie,” Shelby announces as she walks through the door, which had been left ajar.

“Hi,” I return. A smell hangs in the air, and it makes me feel a bit queasy. “Did Adam get you a new perfume or something?”

Shelby walks over and sits across from me. “Nope, it’s the same perfume I always wear.”

I scrunch my nose as I look at her. “Well, did you mix it with something else?”

“Umm, no,” Shelby replies as she looks at me with one eyebrow arched.

I lean back in my chair, trying to inhale as much unscented air as I can. Vienna lifts a cover off one of the plates. I see deviled eggs that are sprinkled with paprika. The smell is horrible, but I still feel my mouth salivating.

I hurriedly pick one up and shove it in my mouth. As soon as the soft yolk hits the back of my throat, I feel like my stomach is doing a somersault. I quickly push the chair back and rush to the bathroom.

Kneeling beside the toilet, I start puking every little piece of food that’s in my stomach. Soon, all I am doing is making puking sounds, yet nothing is coming out of my mouth. I nearly jump, but feel too weak to move, and then suddenly a hand reaches from behind me and smooths my hair away from my face.

“Are you okay?” Shelby asks.

‘Yeah, I just like puking as my unique morning Pilates. Puking stretches and strengthens the gut muscles,’ I want to say, but bite my tongue. I really am irritable, aren’t I?

“I think the eggs were bad,” I answer, instead, as I get up and go rinse my mouth at the sink. After splashing some water all over my face, I lead the way back to my room. Shelby slowly follows me, and whenever I turn to look at her, I can see the worry displayed on her face.

I find Vienna standing with her hands to her chest. She’s wearing an identical look.

“Did the chef prepare these eggs, Vienna? Are you sure the eggs are fresh?” An image of me in a bunny costume flashes in my mind. “Did you leave my food unattended even for a minute? Could Emily have done something to the eggs? Are you sure that’s paprika on them or is it something else? Maybe flakes of something else that she put on there as a prank?”

A dumbfounded Vienna and Shelby stare at me. “I prepared the eggs myself, my lady. I never left them unattended.”

Shelby frowns. She must be thinking the same thing too; Emily is trying to kill me.

“Friend, I think you are overthinking things. I know Emilyis a bitch, but would she be evil enough to kill you?”

I turn my attention to Shelby. “Then if it’s not the eggs, it’s those sex positions. Is it maybe something like that hickey thing? Maybe the positions caused my organs to shift to the wrong place, or they might have caused my intestines to be twisted, and they can’t handle eating regularly anymore. I might need an operation to fix them…. Shelby, can sex on a chair or couch kill someone?”

Shelby’s frown deepens. “I have never seen a tombstone written, ‘Cause of death: sex.’”

Her answer does nothing to alleviate my growing panic. “Sex is dangerous–I think my tombstone will be the first one you will see with those words. My mouth still tastes like I sucked on some dirty pennies, and my whole body is aching, I can smell food being prepared in the kitchen from here, I can smell your perfume and can even tell you exactly what bath salts and soap you used today. My boobs feel like someone is using them as a pin cushion… wait do you think Emily made a voodoo doll of me?”

“Ohhkay! I think we should add delusions and anxiety to the list of your symptoms. Maybe we should go see the doctor just to make sure everything is all right,” Shelby suggests, and I nod in agreement.

When we reach the medical room, Nurse Nancy smiles at us as we walk in. I’m so glad it’s her and not that mean nurse. I haven’t seen her since the first day. As we walk toward the reception desk, the doctor walks out and immediately I turn toward her. I can’t think of her name at the moment. “Doctor, I think I am dying!” I exclaim.

The doctor looks at me and raises her eyebrows as she walks toward me. She puts a hand on my shoulder and searches my eyes. As if on cue, the dull, stabbing ache hits me again, and this time I double over. The ache isn’t horrible, but I think I’m subconsciously overreacting for emphasis. She needs to take me seriously.

“Doctor, save me. I promise to stop having sex in chairs from now on, or on the couch. I will go back to the natural way, just put my organs back in their place, please.” I say a bit too loudly.

The nurse arches a brow at me, and the doctor’s expression reminds me of someone holding in a fart. Is she trying not to laugh? I’m fighting for my life, and all she can do is stifle a laugh?

After instructing the nurse to give me a cup to pee in, I find myself in the examination room. This time I sit with my legs hanging down the side of the chair with all my clothes on.

Shelby is standing next to me with a hand on my thigh. I am grateful for her presence, even though I’ve been acting like a crazy person to her this morning.

“How are you feeling, dear?” The doctor walks in with a smile on her face.

“Like a train ran over me,” I answer, and she nods. She takes out the blood pressure machine and brings it over to the bed. After putting it on my arm and pumping it up, I feel like my arm is going to explode, though it usually doesn’t bother me at all. What’s happening to me? Why am I so hypersensitive to everything?

“Your blood pressure is high,” she explains, and this time I catch a hint of worry in her voice. But then she is smiling at me again. “We need to make sure you calm down, sweetie. Stress is not good for the baby.”

I nod; she always tells me stress is counterproductive when trying to get pregnant… I just can’t help it when it feels like my organs have shifted… wait! Did she say for the baby? What baby?

“What do you–” I don’t get to finish the question…

“Congratulations, Miss Rose. You’re pregnant.”