Hard Knocked Up Life [ Frank & Felicia ]
Felicia took in a deep breath as she recovered from vomiting and closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure. Of fucking course Frank would be there to see her in this shit mess, and how would he react knowing that they were going to be in it together?
“It’s not just a little sickness…” She whispered, standing up and going over to her sink, gargling water to get the taste of vomit out from her mouth. “It’s the exact opposite of little.” She commented, moving to her room to grab the tests her and Emma did and sat in her living room, placing the tests out onto the coffee table. “Look.” She said to Frank, motioning him to look.
Frank was just a bundle of pent up rage and excitement, nothing really forming logic in the head on his shoulders. He noted how Felicia looked and almost wanted to pull her into a hug. Almost.
“What do you mean, ‘Opposite of a little,’ Felicia?” He asked, turning down to the tests once they were gestured upon. Peering down, he took up the plastic sticks, careful not to touch the pee side. That would be absolutely digusting. Turning it to an orientation that he could easily read it, he looked at the lines before the box. Then turned over to her, blinking before down to her stomach. He stared a good minute before setting the box and the test down, moving to look at the rest.
“What.”
Felicia nodded and plopped onto her couch, grabbing a pillow and hugging it close to her, eyes never leaving Frank or the pregnancy tests. Felicia was just as surprised as Frank. No matter how many times she saw those tests, and no matter how many of them she took she was still in disbelief.
“Yeah...” She whispered, taking in a deep breath and bitting the bottom of her lip. “Frank...what are we going to do?” She asked, brows furrowing at him with worry.
