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Max:
"They kicked you out?" Kayla asked.
She tried to take my arm, to usher me into her cozy little flat, but I stood my ground. She looked into my gray eyes, confusion lacing around her blue eyes.
"Max? Is there more to it?" Kayla asked.
I nodded and stepped inside. I shut her door and we sat down, my hands in hers. I held her hands in reassurance. She stared at them going back to my eyes after.
"Max?" Kayla asked.
"You know my youngest band-Or ex band mate, Nathan?" I asked.
"He's not dead is he?" Kayla whispered.
She put a hand to her mouth in hortor, but I shook my head. A part if me wished his child was, but that was too cruel to wish upon.
"He's not dead. Have you heard of hermaphrodites?" I asked.
She shook her head confused.
"A hermaphrodite, someone who can be male and reproduce." I said.
Kayla stood up and backed away.
"You did something didn't you? He's pregnant and your the father, aren't you? You cheated on me." Kayla said.
"No, it was April. We weren't together then. He came on to me." I said.
"That's so wrong. Do you have proof?" Kayla asked.
I took the copies I stole from Tom from my backpack and handed them to her. She took them with disgusted eager. Reading over them, she looked at me several times.
"This is outrageously mad." Kayla said.
"I know." I said.
"He's around the same as me? 6 months?" Kayla asked.
"5. Having just one. A boy, I heard. When he told me, I was just as disgusted. Males shouldn't have children." I said.
"You still love me?" Kayla asked.
I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close. I kissed her lips, sucking hard on her lip.
"You and only you." I said.
Kicks interrupted us. She laughed and I smiled, bending down to her stomach.
"My bad. You two, too. My children." I said.
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Laying in bed with Kayla, my own words echoed in my mind. I couldn't sleep because of them. Did I care?
"My children."
"My children."
"My children."
The words repeated themselves inside my head.
He was my son too..I don't care, when I think I do.
I don't.
I do.
I don't.
I do.
I don't.
I don't.
"I don't." I said.
There. I said it. I don't care and I'm not going to. I felt a kick from one of the twins and I rubbed the spot. Kayla lay asleep, having grown used to the twins kicking her while she slept. Rubbing the spot, I thought about the thought of 3 kids. 2 with me on their lives, and one without. Was it really fair?
