You recently haven't been eating, and whenever you did you throw it all up. "Baby, cmon you need to eat something." Emmett says holding a spoon with some chicken noodle soup. "I'm not hungry." You say trying to back up. He grabs your arm, "My love, you haven't eaten in 3 weeks you need to eat something." You can see the worry and guilt on his face.

"No, every time I eat I just throw it all up." You frown, "At least drink some water." Emmett holds the glass cup to your face. You push it away, "Cmon." He pushes it towards you, "Fine." You take a very small sip. He looks at you disappointed, "That's it I'm getting a pregnancy test, your mom was probably right." He says getting up from the chair he has placed by the bed, "No Emmitt I'm fine." You say with a faint smile. "Do you need anything from the store while I'm gone?"

"Some Tylenol, please.” "Ok, give me 5 minutes, love." He places a warm kiss on your forehead.