Weight of The Untold

Chapter 53

Week 17: The fetus is beginning to form a layer of fat underneath the skin that they will use to regulate their body temperature. The fetus weighs above 180 grams and is 13 centimetres in size.

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I sank into one of the chairs and tugged off my jacket, the warmth from the harsh weather clinging to me until now. The room felt cozy, almost luxurious with the soft morning light spilling through the windows, and I realized I no longer cared who saw my baby bump. Everyone already knew.

“Let me guess… you’re here to beat me up like you promised?” Megan finally looked up at me, her gaze falling on the gentle swell of my stomach. Her voice softened to a whisper. “Wow. You really are pregnant.”

“Well… I’m almost three months, so it’s bound to start showing. And no, I’m not here to fight,” I said honestly, forcing a small smile.

“It’s okay. I can take your punches. I deserve them anyway,” she muttered, though there was a fragile edge beneath her words. I giggled, shaking my head.

“I’m pretty sure you can’t. Besides, like I told Hazel, I don’t want to give birth in a prison,” I added, making her let out a small, pained chuckle.

“You would look horrible in that orange uniform,” she teased, and we all let out a light laugh, the tension loosening ever so slightly.

“Do you think we’ll ever be friends again? That you’ll ever heal?” she asked softly, her eyes dropping. I noticed a tear rolling down her cheek. She wiped it hastily before it could leave a mark.

“That’s why I’m here. I want us to reconcile,” I said, my voice steady but tender. The words lingered between us, heavy with everything we hadn’t said yesterday.

“That was… unexpected,” she whispered, swallowing hard.

“Listen, Meg. I still want us to be best friends. I know we both said things that hurt, but I cannot afford to lose another friend. Not right now. I lost Alec in high school—I cannot lose you too. Whatever you said, I forgive you. And I hope you can forgive me, too… for calling you a spoilt brat.” My eyes locked with hers. I could see disbelief flicker across her face, as if she couldn’t quite comprehend what I had just said.

“After everything I said? The hurtful things I said to you? Are you sure?” Her voice trembled, on the edge of tears.

“I’m sure. I’ve done a lot of thinking, and I seriously don’t want us to be enemies. My baby… my baby needs his or her godmother,” I said softly. Hazel smiled at me, squeezing my hand.

“Kyla… I’m so sorry,” Megan murmured. She shifted, sitting on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “I didn’t mean to talk about your past or your parents like that. I just—” She exhaled shakily, wiping a tear. “Ever since you lost your parents, I always wanted to be there for you. In everything. But now I realize… times have changed. You don’t only have me in your life—you have a boyfriend, Hazel, Clyde, Caleb, so many others. It’s not like when we were always together, sharing everything because we only had each other. So… I got jealous. I hated always being the last to know about what was happening in your life. I’m sorry, Ky.”

I blinked, seeing her perspective for the first time. All night I had wondered why she got angry when I told her something and she wasn’t the first to know. I thought maybe that was just how best friends reacted—but now I understood. It wasn’t just about me keeping secrets; it was about the fear of being left behind, like in her own family, always informed last. The anger and hurt finally made sense.