Yes. The title says all with the couple Jean and Scott Summers. :3 Yes; Rachel is in it too. ------------------ I groaned and rubbed my eyes and blew my red hair out of my face. My green eyes fell on the clock. 12:47. Gah. "Scottttt." I groaned. "Jeeeaaan." he said, hitting me with a pillow. "What day is it?" I asked, playing with his arm. "It's Sunday,Jean..." "Pshaw. I knew that hun." He smirked and brushed my hair back into my face, because he knew it pissed me off, "Course you did." "AWWW YEAH!" I said, pushing him and bouncing off to see my daughter. "Silly goose!" he shouted after me. "Racheeeeel." I said, poking her forehead. She lazily opened one eye. Smh. Late night concerts. "What mom?" she asked, blinking slowly. "Come on!" "Where are we going now?" "To-Yeah...I haven't figured that out yet." I said, shrugging. "Then can't I sleep?" "Yeah, go back to bed." I said, pouting and marching back to me and Scott's room. "So? What's the deal?" he asked, looking at me. "I don't know what to do yet!" I said, still pouting. I fell back onto the bed, still in my pajamas. "Haven't you been throwing up lately?" he asked. "Yeah. So? Just a little sick." I said, staring at our ceiling. "You don't have a fever, Jean." "And?" "No sore throat, no food poisoning..." "Meh." "We're going to the doctor today." he said, turning around, looking at me. "Whyyyyy!? I'm not sick!" "Exactly!" he said, picking me up off the bed, kissing my forehead. My stomach hurt, and I moaned. "Put me down, I have to vomit...." "Oh god." he said, setting me on my feet. I clutched my stomach, and I shook my head after I vomited the first 2-3 times. I was to dizzy to focus. I moaned loudly from the bathroom,"Maybe it is a good idea to go to the doctor,Scott...." He shook his head, helping me off the bathroom floor.
"Jesus Christ...." I said, leaning on him as I grabbed my long sleeved shirt, "Told you." he said, hugging me. Rachel seemed to know what was wrong, I knew. There's no way I'm gonna be able to keep the fact that I'm PREGNANT, away from my own husband. "It sounds like your pregnant," Rachel said, munching on cereal."Because you have no symptoms of being sick." "Rachel!" Scott barked. "Your mother is NOT PREGNANT." "Calm down Scott!" I yelled, hitting his arm. My daughter glared at him, rolling her eyes. "I'm just saying. My friends mom would vomit when she was pregnant." I sighed, rubbing my head. Good lord. "We don't know whether or not your mother is pregnant, Rachel. I just think it was something bad still in her system." I bit my lip, and grabbed Rachel's arm and dragged her outside for a minute. "Mom!" "Hush Rachel. I need you to keep a secret." She raised a brow at me and glanced at the window at her dad. "What kind of secret?" "I'm pregnant Rachel...." I whispered, holding her arm. "You don't look like it!" "It's only been three weeks...." "THREE WEEKS?" she gawked. "Shush! And yes, three." I whispered. My daughter's face= My face= "What the-" "Do NOT tell your father," I said, pointing at Scott through the back door window. "He is going to find out that I am carrying the baby when the doctor says." Rachel walked inside, shaking. I walked in, with my hands in my pockets. I was wearing a long sleeved shirt, shorts and flip-flops. Pretty casual for a-wait. What day is it? Nevermind that! *Sigh* How am I going to explain? With the fact I've been pregnant for three weeks, I haven't told Scott, and my daughter is totally creeped.
Rachel leaned against my shoulder, I messed with her hair. Only a couple-"Jean Summers?" Nevermind it then. "Aight, I'll call you in when they're done." I said, kissing them both on the forehead and walked into the room. My doctor,Linda, sat in epic patience. "Hello there Jean." "Hello Linda." The first question I get asked, "Does Scott know?" "No, thank lord. I've just told Rachel." "Ah. So what's up?" "Nothing but vomiting and snapping at people." "Eh, it's normal." "Scott wanted me to come see the doctor so...I came to visit. Do you mind telling him? I have to explain the whole "Its been three weeks" thing to him." "Course not Jean! Just send him in!" I poked my head outside the door, and signaled Scott to go in. Rachel was laughing silently. I sat next to her, listening through the wall. "Well, Mr.Summers....Jean's been pregnant for three weeks." "Hold that thought and rewind, Mrs.Bruno." "I said, Jean is PREGNANT." I could only imagine what his face looks like! "For how long?" he croaked. I giggled. EPIC WINAGE. "Three weeks." I can imagine the look she's giving him right now. "Thank you...I'll be going...." he said, his voice cracking. Time to explain.