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I watched him search his refrigerator and find the pieces of diced fruit. Watermelon had always been one of my favorite fruits, so I was rather keen of this part.

I took one piece at a time and placed them in my mouth, chewing slowly, as I was not a fan of regurgitating food. The watermelon stayed down, and I somehow wondered how he managed to know how to handle nausea. The final stage seemed risky, as the salt on the potato chips could either serve to absorb liquid or be an irritant. I took a deep breath and tried the potato chips. They weren't exactly as gentle on my stomach as the rest of the foods, but I was glad I could keep the "stages" down.

His story was silly enough to make me giggle. Of course, I knew he was trying to be funny, and succeeded. I playfully smacked his arm. "You bet she wouldn't," I joked lightly before getting back to my previous mood of anxiety.

I left the food, as I wasn't particularly hungry and not sure I could handle anything in his fridge anyway. I watched him as he came back and stood up, trying to be as composed as I possibly could. I was afraid, nervous, but I was more scared than anything. I took a deep breath. "Chase...I've missed two periods...I think I might be....pregnant. I still need to take a pregnancy test, but wanted to come to you before I did anything..." I looked down at my hands nervously.