Weight of The Untold

Chapter 71

Week 36: The baby can open their eyes, suck their thumb, breathe and recognise voices. Inside their bowels the baby's first stool is forming. It's sterile and he/she won't release it until after birth.

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Three weeks later

I walked back from my last class of the first semester toward my apartment, exhaustion clinging to me like a second skin. The cold had settled deep into my bones now, sharp and unforgiving, making my waist ache in a dull, persistent way. I hugged my coat closer to my body and quickened my steps, eager to escape the biting air.

The moment I exited the building, I headed straight for my car.

A few minutes later, I pulled into the apartment complex and climbed the stairs, my movements slower than usual. When I opened the door, the familiar warmth greeted me-and so did Clyde.

He was sprawled on the couch, asleep, the television still on. Whatever he'd been watching had long lost his attention. I smiled softly at the sight of him like that, peaceful and unaware. Walking closer, I tapped his beautiful face gently.

"Hey sleepyhead."

He stirred, then chuckled as he stretched, blinking the sleep away.

"You're back."

I nodded as he yawned.
"Yup. I just need to pack a few essentials and we'll be out of here in no time." I slipped my jacket off, letting it fall over a chair.

"No need for that."
He sat up slightly. "Your staff came and took our clothes home, plus my car. I only stayed behind because I didn't want you to find the house empty."

I froze.
"Are you serious?"

He nodded casually, like it was nothing.

"Wait-let me call Caleb."
I pulled my phone out immediately and dialed.

"Caleb?"

"Hey Kid."

"Did you tell Brie to come take my stuff home?"

He chuckled on the other end.
"Old habits die hard huh? No hi, how are you doing big brother? How is your leg?"

I giggled despite myself.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to confirm if you did. I kind of forgot that you were injured. How are you though?"

He laughed.
"I'm better Kid. I can walk almost normally now."

I smiled.
"And we all know how you hate limping or staying in bed."

"Kid, real men don't limp-and I would definitely not be a real one if I stayed in bed the whole time. I have work to do."
We both laughed.
"And yes, I did tell Brie to have your stuff moved for you. I figured you'd be tired coming back from school so I decided to make things easier for you. You're welcome, by the way."

"You're the best brother ever. I'll see you soon."

I hung up and slipped my phone back into my pocket, my chest warming with gratitude.
"I hope you're up for driving us home," I told Clyde, "because I am not."