Weight of The Untold

Chapter 52

Week 16: The baby is about the size of an avocado. Weighs about 147 grams and 11.7 centimetres in size. The baby can move freely and has started to make more purposeful movement.

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I walked into my dorm, dropping my jacket on the couch and letting my keys clatter into the bowl by the door. My stomach twisted, and I headed straight to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, the cold condensation slippery in my hands.

“Hi.”

Startled, I yelped, spilling water across my chest. My heart skipped a beat.

“Sorry.” Clyde leaned casually against the doorway to his room, but his eyes held concern.

“It’s fine,” I said, grabbing a towel and dabbing at the wet fabric against my skin, trying not to let my embarrassment show.

“You’re back early,” he said. His voice carried that calm, grounded energy that always made me feel a little safer.

“Yeah… I changed my mind.” I tried to keep my voice casual, but the tightness in my chest betrayed me.

“Is everything okay, Ky?” He stepped closer, worry threading every word.

I swallowed hard, trying to force down the lump in my throat. “Yeah… I just need a nap. Long drive, that’s all.” I made to walk past him, but his hand caught my arm gently.

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know.”

He let go and walked back to his room, leaving me alone with the weight of my own chest. I exhaled shakily, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. Why was it so hard to let someone see me vulnerable? Always burying everything. Always pretending I’m okay.

Clyde came back, holding a piece of crisp white paper. “I didn’t mean to, but I came across this while looking for some of your notes in your room.”

My heart hammered against my ribs as I took it from him. My hands trembled.

“Clyde, y-you shouldn’t have seen this,” I stammered.

“I’m sorry. I swear I wasn’t snooping.” He paused, giving me a look that was half worry, half curiosity. “Does the baby daddy know?”

I nodded, silently leading him to my room. We sat on my bed, the familiar comfort of the soft sheets doing nothing to calm the storm inside me.

“He actually knew I’m pregnant before I even realized it,” I whispered, taking a shaky breath.

“Is he happy?” Clyde asked.

I let out a humorless chuckle. “Yeah… very supportive. I just… I don’t know how to feel. Every day I’m trying to accept that I’m going to be a mother, but… I don’t know if I deserve this right now.”

“Kyla… children are a gift. No matter how they come.”

I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “Right. So God decided to bless me with a baby at seventeen. Just… great.”

“Don’t say that. First of all, you’re the one who had sex, not Him.”

I glared at him. “Hey! I am your friend, so I have to tell you the truth.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” I snapped, voice cracking.

“Well, I’m sorry, but you have to talk to someone.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t have to. I will not. Now, if you don’t mind, I want to rest.”

“I’m not leaving you. You have to take responsibility for your actions. You’re not a kid anymore. You had unprotected sex, and it led to pregnancy. Accept it and move on. That’s the only way to beat this.”