Out of the Friendzone

Chapter 52

EMMA

I tug on the blouse I'm wearing, attempting to stretch it out, but it looks terrible. I don't look pregnant and I don't look not-pregnant but I look-

"You look-"

"Fat and frumpy," I mutter with tears coming down my cheeks.

"I was going to say beautiful. Em, it doesn't look that bad..."

I know Killian is just trying to help but he's making it worse by lying to me. He sits on the bed with his legs crossed, leaning back on his hands.

"Emma, I did a thing. And you're going to be mad but I have an idea..."

"A thing?" I turn around and look to Killian who is noticeably worried about whatever it is he did. "What kind of thing?"

When the doorbell rings he leans forward and sighs, unwilling to make any type of eye contact with me. Someone is here that I'm not going to like.

"Killian, who is at the door?"

"Milah..."

I remove my purple blouse and then use it to hit the stupid idiot in front of me. "Why the fuck would you call and invite her to our home?" I hit him again with the material as he holds his hands up to dodge it from hitting his face. "What were you thinking?"

"Calm down!" He grabs the shirt and tosses it behind him. "I told you, we need her help. You need her help."

He has lost his damn mind. I grab one of his T-shirts from the pile of clean laundry and put it on. "I don't need anything from that cunt-rocket."

Killian chuckles as he stands from the bed. "I'm going to assume that is a term that you learned from Ruby."

"No, that one is just for your spaz of an ex. Killian, seriously! Why is she here?"

His eyes roll. "Because she's a little puffy and knows how to make it work. Plus, she's going to realize you're pregnant and we need to be on her good side right now."

"So you lied. I don't look beautiful and I do look fat and frumpy?"

"What? No! Em, honey... you would never look fat or frumpy..."

"Watch yourself, FB." I hold up one finger, meaning business. "I'm hormonal. I've seen Dateline reports that started with comments like that. The boyfriend doesn't make it."

The doorbell rings again and I look back to Killian, continuing my livid glare. I seriously can't believe he called her. He walks into the hallway continuing our conversation, "I never said you looked anything but beautiful."

I follow him down the stairs shooting eye daggers at the back of his stupid head. "I almost feel bad for Milah because you called her puffy."

"Seriously?" He turns before opening the door. The astonishment towards my sarcasm makes me laugh.

"I said almost."

I stand halfway down the stairs with my arms folded over my chest as Killian opens the door. Milah stands outside with her palms up. "Why am I here? It's late. Did you get a text from your dad? I didn't know we had to work over our break!"

When the brunette finally looks up to me, her eyes grow with shock. "Hey, Emma."

I haven't spoken to her since the day at Jones-Nolan. That's all she has to say to me? Insulting me and my dead mother in one sentence was fucking low. I don't care if you're my boyfriend's ex or not. That shit is not okay. I did nothing to her.