Deceiving My Bully Stepbrother

(Caspian)

I miss my wife..so f*****g much..

I miss waking up together and our morning routine...I miss seeing her at lunchtime..me walking her to classes whenever I get the chance and stealing kisses every moment I could.

I know this is for the best and I know I wanted this for her more than she did even for herself..

But now that she has started going to her new school..f**k it's been hard.

Since we are in the middle of our season, practices have become even more grueling, and by the time I get home, I feel exhausted..

But we still find time..like when I came home that one evening to Johnnie cooking us dinner, wearing only an apron..yeah, that one was memorable..

Or when she surprised me in the locker room after I stayed late at the rink to help a few of my teammates run a couple of drills.

That one might've scared the s**t out of me when she snuck up behind me in the shower naked..luckily everyone had left by then..but I can't take a shower in the locker room ever again without feeling a big smirk pulling at my lips.

I was on my way to practice now and had left Johnnie sleeping in bed when I suddenly saw her calling.

"Baby? Is everything okay?" I answered worriedly, wondering why she was up already. It was 5 a.m. now and she didn't have to leave the house for her morning class until 8.

"Yeah..I just wanted to tell you that I don't think I'm going to class today. I just threw up.." She mumbled, the tone of her voice making my heart ache as I gripped the steering wheel tighter.

"Do you think you have the flu? Do I need to come home?" I rushed out, already looking for a place to turn around. "No..I-I think I will be okay. I'm just going to go back to sleep. I love you." She whispered and I really didn't want to leave her alone..not one f*****g bit. "Okay, get some sleep baby..I love you too." I said and hung up the phone..then I proceeded to pull the car over and tell the coach I won't be at practice today..

I don't give a s**t if he is pissed..my wife is sick and no way in hell am I letting her stay home alone all day.

I quickly turned the car around and raced home..

The moment I got into the house, I heard Johnnie throwing up again, making me run to the bathroom in a hurry. "It's okay, I'm right here." I rushed out before placing my hand on Johnnie's back and rubbing it gently.

"Why.." She began but before she could even finish she started dry heaving again.

I carefully pulled her blonde hair out of her face and looked down at my wife with concern.

This seems serious..maybe she really does have the stomach flu..

"Baby, maybe you should go in.." I said softly, as she finally sat back and took deep steadying breaths.

"N-no I think that was the last of it..I just need some sleep." She grumbled and I watched as her eyes seemed to grow heavier by the second.

I quickly stood and grabbed her a glass of water, watching as she drank eagerly, and then once she was done, I scooped her off the floor and carried her to the bed.

"Okay, but if you throw up again, I really think you need to go in." I muttered, not liking any of this. Johnnie nodded her head in agreement as I swear she was already half asleep..

Pulling back the covers, I placed Johnnie onto the bed carefully and hastily pulled off my shirt and shorts, leaving on my briefs only.

I slid in behind her, my arms wrapping around my wife's small frame as I pressed her against my chest, causing her to hum happily in response.

I felt her cool cheek rubbing against me, and I let out a sigh of relief..just being here, and knowing she was okay right now was enough to calm my nerves.

If she is sick though..I'm not going to leave her alone for a single second.

What the hell could it be? I mean..we didn't eat anything bad, did we? Maybe it was that Pizza Moose made her try when we met with them for dinner..

f*****g weirdo likes all kinds of s**t on his pizza..

I eventually fell asleep at some point and was awoken by Johnnie lunging out of bed and running for the bathroom yet again.

That's it..she is going in..I don't give a f**k if it's a 24 hour bug or something. She needs to get looked at.

After getting Johnnie dressed and having her drink some more water, I helped her into the car and drove to the nearest urgent care.

"If you feel like you need to throw up again, just tell me, okay baby?" I looked over at her wearily, making Johnnie sigh before pouting.

"Caspian..I feel better now, I promise.." She tried to reassure me, but I swear she looked a little pale and still tired as hell. "Well..no offense, but the puke on the side of my car might say differently.." I grumbled, making her smile sheepishly before biting her lip now. "I think that really was the last of it. I feel a lot better now.." She whispered, and I just continued driving.

After convincing my very stubborn wife to get out of the car..we were now in the waiting room and Johnnie was filling out some paperwork.

"What's today's date baby?" She asked me curiously, and I told her it was the 9th when she quickly jotted it down.

Then I saw her read a few other questions when she suddenly froze for a moment.

"What? Do you feel sick again?" I asked worriedly, trying to locate the nearest trashcan quickly.

"No..it..it's nothing." She rushed out, her hand quickly writing something down before flipping the page over and starting on the final sheet.

It took a good forty minutes to finally get us back there when I noticed Johnnie acting strange..like she would look off in the distance and space out..then glance towards me before looking off again.

Then when they called her name..I swear she nearly jumped a foot in the air.

Before I could ask what was wrong, my wife gripped my arm and began dragging me across the room. I guess she got her strength back at least..

"Hello, my name is Becca and I will be your nurse today. I am going to need to take a urine sample first before we head back to the room okay?" The older woman said quickly before handing Johnnie a cup and motioning towards a bathroom. "Oh..um, okay." Johnnie squeaked as I went to follow her into the bathroom but was looked at weirdly by the nurse..so I decided to just wait outside instead.

After a few more moments, my wife returned and I quickly took her hand..feeling like I missed her just from that brief separation..what the hell is wrong with me? I can't even handle her going to the bathroom on her own..for f***s sake.

"While we wait for the results, I will take you back to the room and take your vitals. If you will follow me this way please." The nurse stated and before I could ask what the results were for, she took off in front of us and headed towards a hallway lined with rooms. Johnnie sat down, the nurse examining her quickly before there was a knock on the door as Johnnie stiffened yet again..

"Baby, what's wrong?" I couldn't brush it off any longer..I could tell something was up with her..I knew my wife very well..and right now, she was acting weird.

"I..I'm not sure..well..I mean, I don't know if it could be the case.." She suddenly rushed out, confusing me completely as the nurse answered the door before coming back in and sitting down.

"Well, congratulations Mr. and Mrs. King..the results came back positive..you are pregnant." The nurse informed us as my jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Wait..What did you just say?"

Pregnant.. Johnnie is f*****g pregnant?!