Our Scars

The Magic

18

The Magic (Title by Joan As Police Woman)

Adam frantically knocked on the door to 9C. He just had to see Nate like absolutely right now.

Nate had always been the brother he didn't have and he could talk to him about anything and everything. Adam had to get the news this day had brought to light off his chest or he knew it would kill him. He just didn't know what to do with himself.

When his cousin opened the door in his downtime outfit he almost felt a little bad for disturbing him on a Sunday, but this couldn't wait.

"What's up bro?"

"Can I talk to you about something?"

He knew Nate would never say no, family and social worker heart and all. So the door was open wide the next second.  They went into the kitchen, Adam immediately better off because in a minute he would not feel so alone in this anymore. Also the loft always had a soothing effect on him, it was so light and spacey.

As expected Nate offered him a cold beer, which he gladly took and downed almost in one. He was greeted with sky-high raised brows, when he looked up at Nate again:

"O-Kay... so...?"

Giving the second bottle he had gotten for himself to Adam as well and getting a third one from the fridge, Nate already must have known something big was up:

"Talk!" he ordered, while sitting down at the kitchen bar.

Adam had been racking his brain on how he should tell this to anyone, how he would put it, but he found there was no good way of doing this other than:

"Kim's pregnant, it's mine."

"What? How, woah, what? " Nate ran his hands through his hair several times, gaping at him in disbelief.

"It's really early, about seven/eight weeks. I mean, I, I don't know what to feel here. She just told me and only found out herself today." Adam informed him how Kim's slight injury on a call had brought on the news unexpectedly. It still was so surreal.

"I didn't even know you guys were back together man! Only Rianne suspected as much." Nate downed a whole bottle of beer as well.

"No, we're not. Not really! We just have been hanging out for the last couple of weeks and the night of your concert at Molly's, after that terrible virus case, I asked her to come home with me. It just felt like we needed this."

Never in a million years had he thought that this night might hold some surprises in the future for him.

"Does she know what she wants to do?" Nate had kicked into social-worker mode: Clearing up facts and finding out all about everyone's point of view.

"I guess she was just as shocked as me... I'm glad she told me right away though and did not hide it from me. But now? I don't know! First she made an appointment at the clinic for tomorrow and I said I'd support her whatever she would decide, and then at the end of the day she says she doesn't wanna miss out on the chance of being a mom and she doesn't wanna regret anything later. I think she still does not really know what she will do and I am kind of out of my depth here. What shall I do now? What does she want me to do?"

Having made that statement, airing all the thoughts he had on the matter for the moment, he went to the fridge himself, pulling out some left-over food.

There were always plenty of delicious things in this household. Also he got another beer for him and Nate. He was startled when he heard a female voice behind him: