Weight of The Untold

Chapter 50

Week 14: The fetus is now almost 8 centimetres and weighs 93 grams. The fetus can move around and starting to uncurl and straighten up. The fetus starts to hear as the heartbeat accelerates in response to sounds.

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I woke up to my ringtone slicing through the silence of the room, loud and unforgiving. It echoed against the walls like an accusation. I groaned, my hand fumbling blindly across the bed until my fingers closed around my phone.

Caleb.

My chest tightened before I even answered.

“Hello,” I said, my voice thick with sleep.

“Good morning, Kid.”

That familiar nickname softened something in me instantly.

“Caleb,” I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut again.

“Are you still sleeping?” he asked, amused.

Of course I am. I barely slept.

“Of course,” I muttered. “It’s still early. Have you checked the time?”

I heard his chuckle through the phone, warm and knowing.

“I’m guessing you’re late for class. Kyla, it’s almost ten a.m.”

My eyes flew open.

“What?”
I bolted upright, my heart slamming against my ribs. “Oh my God.”

I checked the time myself, hoping—stupidly—that he was wrong.

He wasn’t.

“You must’ve had a late night.”

“I didn’t,” I said quickly, already standing. “I just overslept. Caleb, I really have to go. I’ll call you back later, okay?”

“Wait.”

The seriousness in his voice stopped me.

“You might as well miss the class. You’re already late.”

“What? Are you crazy?”

“No, Kid.” His tone shifted completely now. “I called because I need to see you. I need you to come over.”

My stomach dropped.

That’s not good.

“Caleb… are you okay?” I asked, panic creeping in.
I hadn’t seen him properly in a while, and my mind immediately went to the worst.

Then another thought followed—heavier, sharper.

My stomach.

If I went over there, he’d see me. Or maybe he wouldn’t.
A hoodie could hide it. Baggy enough. Casual enough.

“Please just come over, Ky,” he said softly. “If you don’t feel like driving, I’ll send Jerry.”

I sighed, already losing the internal battle. “Fine. I’ll come. I’ll drive myself.”

“Yes!” he said instantly. “I’ll have Brie prepare your favourite.”

Despite everything, I smiled.

I hung up and moved fast—shower, clothes, hoodie pulled down just enough. I didn’t look at myself too long in the mirror. If I did, I’d hesitate. And hesitation would lead to questions.

Forty-five minutes later, I pulled into the driveway. Caleb was already there, waiting by the door.

He really couldn’t wait.