A few days have passed and Kirstin is still sick. According to her she has a stomach virus, but in my opinion I think she's pregnant. She always throwing up whatever she eats, food cravings, and she's gained extra weight. I was in the bedroom with Monte as he was lightly strumming his guitar when Kirstin appeared at the door.
"Rayne? You got a minute?" she asked walking in
"Yes" I replied
"In private" she looked over towards Monte who got the message.
"I'll be downstairs, Rayne" he said getting up and walking out of the bedroom. Once Monte left Kirstin sighed shutting the door and sat on the edge of the bed.
"So what's up?"
"I think you're right about me being pregnant"
"Did you take a test?"
"No, but the symptoms are obvious now. I guess." I grabbed my car keys off the dresser and pulled Kirstin out the door.
"Come on"
"Where are we going?"
"To the drug store to get you a test." We walked downstairs and went out the front door getting into the car speeding off to the drug store. When we pulled in the lot we walked into the store and searched for that particular. I spotted the isle and Kirstin picked up ten tests and threw them in the basket.
A few minutes later we came back to the house and ran up the steps into the bathroom. I think Monte knew what was going on because he didn't ask any questions when we walked in. Kirstin took six out ten tests in the bathroom with her. When she was done we waited those five dreadful minutes.
All six came back positive.
"No! No! I can't be pregnant! No!" Kirstin cried
"Its gonna be okay, Kirstin. Trust me" I said hugging her
"I screwed up my life! My life is over!"
"Kirstin, I was this way when I found out I was pregnant with Malachai"
"But Rayne, you had Monte by your side through your pregnancy. I don't, Ronnie is gone!"
"You're gonna get through this and Monte and I are going to help you with this. We're here for you, don't worry." With that Kirstin hugged me very tightly crying, until I saw Max standing in the doorway.
"What's wrong, Kirstin?" asked Max
"Just things. Are you guys having band practice?" Kirstin asked
"No, we're kicking Ronnie out of the band. We just can't deal with all this drama and stuff"
"So Ronnie is coming over here then?" I asked
"Yes." Perfect. I thought looking act Kirstin. Max's phone started to ring. "Hello?" he answered "oh, okay. Yeah, alright. Okay, bye. Ronnie's here" he said leaving to go downstairs.
"Kirstin, now you can tell Ronnie! Its almost like the best time somehow" I said
"Oh yeah its the best time while the band kicks him out and I go up to him and go 'Oh Hi, Ronnie! I just wanted to tell you I'm pregnant!' and act like nothing happened. Yeah, its perfect timing, Rayne"
"All I'm saying is that somehow or another you're going to have to tell him" I said walking down to the living room.
*Kirstin's POV*
Rayne's right. I have to tell Ronnie about the baby. Okay, Kirstin you can do this. Here it goes. I sighed walking downstairs and saw all the guys, but no Ronnie.
"Where's Ronnie?" I asked
"He went out back" said Robert. I walked to the back door and saw Ronnie sitting at the patio table smoking. I sighed again and walked out over to the table.
"Hi, Ronnie" I said quietly
"What?' he asked rudely
"I'm sorry about the whole band situation"
"Save it"
"I was just saying sorry that's all"
"I don't need your apologies, Kirstin." I took a deep breath.
"I'm pregnant." Ronnie turned around and looked at me like I had something on my face.
"What?"
"I'm pregnant, you're the father"
"Wonderful!" he stood up walking around "I get kicked out of the band and find out I'm going to be a father!"
"Ronnie, I'm so so sorry"
"How could you do this?!"
"Excuse me?! But I did not plan for this to happen! Do you think I'm ready to be a mother?! Hell no!"
"Look, I'm sorry I snapped. But I can't be a father-"
"So that's it? You're just gonna not be a part of your child's life? Real nice, Ronnie! Just stay away from me and the baby forever!" I yelled storming back into the house and ran into my room. I buried my face into one of my pillows and screamed like no tomorrow.
*End POV*