Weight of The Untold

Chapter 46

Week 10: The embryo has become a fetus. All vital organs and tissues have been formed and are beginning to function. The fetus can move arms and legs.

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Kyla’s POV

I was sprawled comfortably on the couch on a quiet Thursday afternoon, The Real Housewives of Atlanta playing in the background like white noise. The room smelled faintly of butter and salt as I tossed a handful of popcorn into my mouth, half-watching, half-existing.

The door opened.

I glanced to my left just as Megan stepped inside.

“Oh hey, Meg.”

She didn’t even bother answering properly—just threw herself down beside me and immediately helped herself to my popcorn.

I tilted my head, studying her face.
“Don’t tell me you and Hazel had a fight.”

“Worse,” she said flatly. “She doesn’t want to come to the dinner Saturday night.”

Not surprised.
Not even a little.

“I don’t blame her,” I said honestly, reaching for more popcorn. “Actually—now that you’ve brought it up—when were you planning on telling me about that dinner?”

She froze, staring at me like I’d spoken another language.

“Not you too, Ky,” she groaned.

“Megan,” I said calmly, “you can’t just decide you’re seeing your family and drag us along without inviting us first.”

I tossed another handful into my mouth.

“I thought you guys would understand,” she muttered.

The friends you have.
Tell me about it.

“I don’t mind covering for you in front of your brother,” I continued, “but at least ask me if I’m okay with it afterwards.”

“But you agreed when Liam was around.”

Oh boy.

“I had to—for you,” I snapped lightly. “But I expected us to actually talk about it after he left. What if I had plans with Zach?”

She just stared at me.

“I didn’t think about that,” she admitted.

“Of course you didn’t,” I sighed. “Now do you understand why Hazel’s mad?”

Judging by her expression, she hadn’t spoken to Hazel about it either.

“I guess I was wrong,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“Go and make up with your girlfriend,” I told her. “Apologise to her.”

She sighed heavily.

“She’s angry at me, Ky. She’s literally ignoring me. And she’s already made up her mind about not coming, so what’s the use?”

I couldn’t help it—I giggled.

“Just apologise,” I said. “Trust me. She’ll change her mind.”

She sighed dramatically but nodded, heading back toward their dorm.

I turned my attention back to the TV, letting the noise fill the space until the episode ended. Eventually, the couch started to feel too comfortable, my eyelids heavy.

A nap won’t hurt.

I wandered into my bedroom, but as I passed the mirror, I stopped.

I was wearing an oversized shirt—pretty much my uniform these days. Slowly, I lifted it, studying my stomach. It had changed. Not drastically, not enough for anyone else to notice… but I noticed.