Weight of The Untold

Chapter 54

Week 18: The basic organs are formed. The baby can kick, yawn, stretch, frown and smile. Eyes and ears have moved to their final position. The baby is about 225 grams and 14.2 centimetres.

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“The crazy thing is… he hit me up in my DMs, like, two or three days ago,” Megan said, rolling her eyes as she stirred her coffee, her words dripping with disbelief and mild disgust.

“What did the idiot want after putting you through all of that?” Clyde asked, his voice low and edged with controlled anger.

“And you didn’t tell me he reached out to you?” Hazel’s tone had that subtle ‘uh-oh’ lilt that warned trouble.

“Because I blocked him immediately, babe,” Megan shot back defensively, her fingers drumming on the table. I took another bite of my food, savoring the buttery richness. “And honestly, I don’t even know, Clyde. He was probably just… trying his luck.”

“You guys are right,” I thought, though silently. He’s trying his luck because he misses her and regrets what happened.

As he should. That idiot broke my friend’s heart, and she didn’t deserve it.

“Ky, are you okay? You’ve been quiet since we got here,” Hazel asked softly, her eyes scanning me with concern.

“It’s just… this food is so good, I can’t talk,” I said, taking another bite, and the table erupted in laughter.

“You need to start taking the gym seriously if you’re going to eat like that, Ky,” Megan teased, raising her eyebrows.

“First of all, I don’t have the time, and secondly… I don’t have the energy,” I said with a laugh. They all chuckled again, the sound warm and comforting, almost like music around the luxurious breakfast spread.

“How can someone who eats so much not have the energy?” Megan pressed, curiosity mixed with mock outrage.

I giggled. “Don’t mind her. You’re not fat. You can exercise after giving birth,” Clyde said with that subtle, protective warmth, and I smiled, grateful for him.

“Thank you,” I said, taking another bite. Megan laughed at my little moment of gratitude.

“If you listen to him, you’ll have fat cheeks and a double chin,” she teased, her laughter ringing through the room.

“I’m not going to listen to you,” I said firmly, finishing my food. Clyde was right—I couldn’t starve myself just to stay in shape. With a baby bump on the way, why should I punish myself?

“Let her eat,” Hazel said firmly. “Food makes the baby grow strong and healthy.”

“Exactly,” I chimed in quickly. “And besides, when you’re pregnant, Megan, you’ll understand.”

Clyde’s eyes widened. “Wait a minute. You guys want to have kids already?”

I giggled, imagining the thought bubbling in his head. Of course, he jumped to that conclusion. We hadn’t even started planning anything—it was years down the line.

“No, Kyla’s just assuming. We haven’t discussed it,” Hazel answered carefully, though I knew she secretly shared Megan’s dream of having a little girl and boy someday.

“I’m not assuming anything,” I said, smirking. “Meg loves kids, so I know you two will have mini-yous.” I smiled, and the table erupted in soft, amused chortles.

“She’s right. I love kids, yes, I do want my own someday—but Hazel’s right, we haven’t talked about it yet,” Megan admitted, her cheeks pinking.