I'm pregnant

But the moment inside from the garage, I knew something was wrong. Her moans and her little sobs echoed through the house and I quickly turned on my big brother protection mode, tossing my keys onto the counter, and running for her. "Dakota where you at?", I called loudly. Her moans continued to echo, and now I knew they were coming from the guest room bathroom. Her bedroom was only lit by the small lamp on the bedside table when I entered but most of light in the the room was coming from half open bathroom door. I shoved open the door and found Dakota sitting on the floor hugging the toilet. She had been throwing and her face was drenched with sweat. The dark rings around her eyes only told me one thing. She was having withdrawals from whatever she was coming down off of.. "Shit, Dakota", I went to her and pulled her hair from her face, tying it behind with a hair binder on her waist. "You okay?", I asked. She moaned again and shook her head. "It hurts so bad, D", She whispered. "What