Alyshea POV

It was a couple of weeks after coming back home. I was laying in my bed.

I was depending on getting up, but soon I was rushing to the bathroom when I felt my stomach flipping.

I leaned against the toilet as I started to throw up.

When I was done I took a shower then went downstairs.

My papa was cooking breakfast. I didn't know where my father was. I walked in and sat at the island.

"Morning tomate." Papa said.

"Morning papa." I leaned against my head.

"What would you like?" He asked with a smile.

"Nothing papa. I-I think that I'm coming down with something." I said.

My papa looked like me. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"I just throw up papa." I said.

"How about some dry toast?" He asked.

I thought for a second then nodded. "Alright. Where dad?" I asked.

"He went out bebita." He said

I nodded and watched as he placed the bread in the toaster. I really didn't wantto eat anything but I needed to.

"Do you feel sick baby? Like cold or flu sick?" he asked. I shook my head.

"No I was just laying in bed then my stomach flipped and I throw up." I explained.

"Oh my poor tomate." He said. Soon the toaster popped the toast and my papa gave them to me.

They were lightly toaster which I loved. I began to eat it slowly afraid to throw up.

When I was in the middle of my second piece my father came in. He looked at me with a confused look.

"Is that all your going to eat?" He asked sitting down.

"Roma please. She's not feeling well." He said.

My father looked at me worriedly. He was over and felt my forehead. "Your not warm" he said.

"Its her stomach Roma. She throw up." He explained.

My father brought his hand down against my stomach and lightly pushed.

He paused. The color quickly draining from him. I looked up at him. "Daddy." I said.

He stumbled back. My papa caughting him in his arms. "Roma. Lovi." He said.

I didn't understand anything of what was happening.

"I need to talk to you now." He said grabbing my papas arm and dragging him out of the room.

Spain POV

"Roma. What is it?" I asked him as we stopped. I didn't want to leave our little girl definitely if she was sick.

"I know why she's sick..." He said.

I looked at him confused. "What is it? Why is she sick?"

"Antonio....She's...." he started. I looked at him.

"What Lovi?" I asked.

"She's pregnant." He said.

I stood there. I didn't know if I should be happy or upset. I looked at Romano who was pissed. More pissed then normal.

"Ok we need to stay calm. I'll go talk to her about it ok."

"Yea and ask why she's having fucking sex when she 16." He said angrily.

"Technology she's 17 now." I said with a small smile.

He looked at me not amused. I gave a little laughed. "Ok lo siento lovi. I'll go talk to her." I told him then walked into the kitchen.

At first I didn't see her then I heard her in the connecting bathroom. Walking in I saw her bent over the toilet throwing up again.

"Oh baby." I said leaning beside her and rubbing her back while she threw up.

I sat down beside her rubbing her back. After she was done. I got a face cloth and wet it with cold water before placing it on her forehead.

I guided her to lean against my body. I held the face cloth against her forehead.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Papa." She whined holding her stomach. "Spanish."

"Everything will be ok baby. But baby you have to answer one question for you. Will you answer it truthfully." I asked.

"Alright papa." She said.

"Baby did you have...sex with Ivan? I asked.

She was quiet for a while. Then nodded. "S-sí papa..." she said.

"I know its awkward but how long ago." I asked.

"I-it was on my birthday..." I told him.

"Did he put on something over his...." I paused.

She shook her head. "No." She said. I sighed. "What....did I do something wrong?" She asked.

"No. You did something wrong." I said. I kissed her head. "Bebé. Hunny I...we think that you might be pregnant." I said.

"What. No. Th-that can't be possible. Papa....thats no f-funny." She said panicked.

I held her lose. "Shh bebé shh. Its ok. We're here. I'm here. Everything is alright."

She calm down slightly. "Papa..." she breathed. "I'm scared." He said.

I nodded and held her close. She moved and faced me and cuddled into my neck. "I know you are. I know." I told her.

Niallsgirl
Hey here's this week's chapter of this story. I hope that you like it. Im trying my best to keep writing this story. I hope that there is more to come.
Google translate
Tomate - tomato  (Spanish)
Betita - baby girl (Spanish)
Lo siento - I'm sorry (Spanish)
Sí - yes (Spanish)
Bebé - baby (Spanish)
I used Google translate like alway
Til next time
XOXO