Kidnapped

Chap. 13

Sky held off the news of her pregnancy for as long as she could. They continued with their sexual activities and her morning sickness also continued, until she hit her fourth month. She was surprised that he hadn't mentioned the fact that she was gaining some weight. She was glad that he didn't mention it, but in a way she also wondered if he even noticed.

            She had gone to the doctors with Lucy, who was now seven months pregnant. The doctor examined them both and deemed them healthy and the babies as well. On their way back to their apartments Lucy asked if Sky had mentioned anything to Mason about the upcoming baby, but Sky shook her head.

"I just can't bring myself to tell him that he will be a father, I don't know why it's just so hard, he is a great guy and everything but this is not something I would have thought would happen with him, ever. I don't know how he will react," Sky confessed.

"I think that he will be ecstatic. You should tell him, before he finds out, no offense honey, but you will gain a lot more weight and he will most definitely find out."

"Okay, I'll tell him, soon,"

"By the way we have a week off in two weeks, you guys should come over."

"Luce, you are very pregnant, it is my turn to invite you guys," Sky pointed out.

"Yeah, but you guys don't have that extra door open where the kids could hang while we talk some adult stuff," Lucy contradicted.

" Seriously? They could be in the front room and we could be in the kitchen or something."

"I'll talk to Matt, and I'll get back to you."

"Okay. I'll tell Mason, bye! See you tomorrow," Sky waved to Lucy as she walked onto the apartment and right into Mason's embrace.

"Hello sunshine, where have you been?" Mason asked as he kissed her temple.

"Lucy had a doctor's appointment so I tagged along," she answered and headed towards the kitchen in search of some cheese, she really craved some cheese.

"Do we have any cheese and chocolate?" she asked Mason as she looked in the fridge. He frowned at her weird request but didn't comment.

"Sunshine, you know we don't have chocolate, but the cheese, I don't know. If you didn't eat it all when you had that midnight snack last night we should still have a sliver," he told her. She grabbed the cheese and turned around to look at Mason.

"You heard me? I thought that you were sleeping?"

"I woke up 'cause you were making a lot of noise, but I figured that you'd either share or you were starving so I didn't say anything," he said with an edge to his voice. Sky glared at him.

"What do you mean with that? Is it so bad, am I not aloud to eat anymore?" her voice rose a few octave as her anger grew.

"No, it's not bad, I am happy that you got over whatever weird sickness you had for the last few months but you should at least control how much you eat," he snapped back and waved in direction of her stomach. She clenched her jaw in anger, and wiped a tear out of her eyes, fucking hormones.

"Is that a fucking fat joke, you fucking asshole? That is so not the way to speak to a fucking pregnant lady! You fucker! And you can't go around telling people that they need to control how much they consume! Because it is their body and you can't tell them how to eat! You piece of fucking shit! I can't control how fat I will get and the stupid cravings I seem to have are driving me up this fucking wall! And don't get me started on the morning sickness!" She finished her rant with tears racing down her cheeks. Mason's mouth was wide open in shock. "You should close your mouth before you swallow a fucking fly...actually I don't give a flying fuck if you do. You can rot in hell for all I care!" she cried and stormed out of the kitchen and collapsed onto the bed, she cried alligator tears. She hated that she cried at every little thing, she just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry until the she died, she felt so sad and couldn't see why she should live anymore. Mason is probably mad at me and doesn't want me around anymore, this place sucks anyways. Her aunt, her poor aunt probably thought that she was dead. No one needs me...the baby probably doesn't want to live either, especially not in a place like this, in a home where the parents couldn't even agree on anything and were constantly fighting. I should end this; my life is not worth living...