I'M THAT GIRL ; khloé kardashian

CHAPTER TWO - DOUBLE DATE

CHAPTER TWO : DOUBLE DATE

Sitting at The Nice Guy with Khloé, Kassie, and Leandro, I couldn't help but feel a sense of calm. It's one of those rare nights where the world feels easy, and the conversation flows naturally. Khloé's hand rests on her lap under the table, and I occasionally feel her leg brush against mine. It's a subtle reminder that she's here with me, in this moment, and I love that feeling. It's been a whirlwind since we started dating, but nights like these make everything feel right.

As the waiter brings over our meals, I take in the sight and smell of everything being set down in front of us. The food at The Nice Guy is always top-notch, but tonight, it feels even better. Khloé's eyes light up as the waiter places her dish down, and I can't help but smile. She's always so expressive when she's excited about food.

"Looks delicious," Khloé says, grinning as she takes in the sight of her meal.

"This smells really good," Kassie adds, eyeing her dish with an almost childlike eagerness.

I raise my glass in a toast, feeling the warmth of the moment. "Here's to one of many double date nights," I say, and I see the smiles across the table.

Everyone cheers, glasses clinking, and I can feel a warmth settle over me. There's something so comforting about having a relaxed evening out with people you care about, especially with Khloé by my side. It feels like we're building something together, slowly but surely. I'm genuinely happy.

"I think you two are my favorite couple to go out with," Khloé says, her voice teasing as she leans in toward Kassie and Leandro.

"Duh, of course," Leandro says with a wink, digging into his food with enthusiasm.

Kassie, ever the playful one, hovers her fork over Leandro's plate, eyeing the Burrata Caprese with a longing look. Leandro laughs and shakes his head.

"Nope, this is mine," he says, but he still lets Kassie take a bite. I chuckle, watching the two of them, knowing how well they fit together. It's not hard to see the chemistry. They're one of those couples that just *clicks*, and it's nice to see people in love like that. But then again, I've got Khloé, and she's just... everything.

My eyes wander back to her as she casually scans Kassie up and down before speaking. I know Khloé well enough to recognize when she's about to throw a curveball into the conversation.

"So, how does it feel to be pregnant with twins?" she asks, her voice casual, but I can tell she's genuinely curious.

Kassie laughs, her eyes lighting up as she responds. "So surreal, like I don't think I'll accept that I'm carrying twins until I go into labor." She chuckles, probably trying to downplay how overwhelming it must be to have two babies on the way.

Khloé laughs with her, and I smile, watching the two of them bond. There's something so natural about Khloé when she's with her friends. She's warm, she's real, and she has this way of making everyone feel comfortable. That's one of the things I admire most about her—how she makes people feel seen.

"So, are you two done after the twins, or do you guys want more kids?" I ask, genuinely curious. It's not the first time I've thought about the idea of more kids. I'm at a point in my life where I'm ready to settle down and build something stable, and part of that is thinking about family. I already have a son and a daughter, but there's something about the idea of having more, of building a larger family, that appeals to me.

"I don't know," Leandro says, shrugging. "I think we're just going with the flow of life, and if we have more kids, then that's fine." He speaks with a relaxed attitude, but I can see in his eyes that he's serious about making sure everything falls into place naturally.

I nod thoughtfully before turning to Khloé. "What about you guys? Have you talked about having kids?" I ask, genuinely wanting to know her thoughts. It's a conversation we've skirted around a few times, but we've never really talked about it seriously.

As I speak, I feel Khloé's leg gently brush against mine again, and I look into her eyes. There's this warmth there, this comfort. But when she answers, I can't help but feel a small pang of disappointment.

"I have one of both," she starts, her voice steady but a little distant, "and I think I am good. One of each—it was exciting, but the shop is closed."

My brow furrows, and I can't hide the slight frown that crosses my face. I've never been the kind of guy to pressure anyone, especially when it comes to something as personal as having children, but hearing her say that stings just a little. I was hoping for more, but I understand where she's coming from.

Kassie gives Khloé a look, like, *Come on, read the room*, but Khloé keeps talking. And part of me wishes she would've softened it a bit, maybe considered how I felt. But then again, this is Khloé. She's never been one to sugarcoat things, and I respect that.

"I just don't see myself having more kids," Khloé continues, and I feel my stomach tighten a little. "What? Do you want more kids?" she asks me, her eyes searching mine.

I take a breath, trying to keep my tone light, but honestly, I don't know how I feel. I've always wanted more kids, but I've also been clear that it's her decision. Her body, her choice.

"I do," I admit, my voice softer than I intended. "But your body, your choice."

I glance over at Kassie, who is eyeing me now, probably sensing that this conversation is veering into uncomfortable territory. I'm not used to talking about this in public, but there's a part of me that wishes Khloé and I could've addressed it privately, so we could really be open with each other about it.

Kassie, sensing the tension, takes a sip of her drink and offers Khloé a subtle but pointed look. I can practically hear her thoughts: *Stop talking about this here, now*.

Khloé, ever the one to embrace honesty, tries to lighten the mood. "I guess that question should have been asked on our first date," she says with a small laugh, trying to make light of the moment.

Leandro, ever the practical one, chimes in. "I mean, you guys should talk about it more, but just do it when you get home." His tone is light, but I can sense he's trying to smooth things over.

Kassie rolls her eyes and mutters, "You could've said that with a nicer tone." It's clear she's a little uncomfortable, and I understand why. This isn't exactly dinner conversation, but sometimes these things need to be said.

Leandro, ever the straightforward guy, shrugs. "Sorry, I don't want to feel uncomfortable during dinner because they're not on the same page about kids."

Khloé quickly steers the conversation away from the topic. "Let's just change the subject," she suggests, and I nod in agreement, grateful for the distraction.

The conversation shifts, and soon enough, the tension dissipates. After a while, the plates are cleared, and everyone agrees it's time to call it a night. As we all stand up to leave, I can't help but feel grateful for the night—despite the awkward moments. Khloé and I will talk more about kids, but right now, I just want to enjoy the time we have with each other. I know there's more to come, and I'm not in a rush. Whatever happens, I'm in this for the long haul.

I take Khloé's hand as we walk out of the restaurant. Tonight was just one of many, and it feels right—comfortable, real, and full of possibilities. "Let's go," I say, squeezing her hand. "Ready to head home?"

She smiles up at me, and I know that whatever the future holds, we'll face it together.