Forbidden Things || Cobra Kai

129 What of It?

When the weekend was over, Demetri's mom said she'd let him stay home from school, but he didn't want to. For a split second, he almost took her up on the offer based solely on the idea that if Frankie were given the same choice, she'd do it. However, he saw her through the window getting ready for the day ahead, and that was how he knew he was going to school no matter their circumstance.

Her figure was clear from his spot not far from the window. Her waist was still slender, her hips a little wider, but her stomach was slightly rounded. From afar, others might not notice it, but he'll always see it. The bump that fit perfectly in his hand was on full display as she looked at herself in the mirror. She stood in nothing but her bra and panties, observing herself and the changes her body was making.

Her hands slowly slid down her front, over the bump, and under it. Then she brought one back up, dragging a single finger along her middle. Her touch was delicate, but quick. Then she put her hands on her waist and rolled her shoulders, then her head. Suddenly, the tension was obvious to Demetri and he just wanted to go to her and make it better.

However, those thoughts quickly disappeared as she caught him staring. She turned to face the window with a big smirk and slid her hands onto her hips before jutting one out. Then she bent over just enough to give him an overview peek at her tits, making his cheek warm. He coughed and looked away, but was quick to steal another look at her as he grabbed one of his shirts to put on. She was laughing and he could almost hear it, the jovial mischief in her tone that kept her amused. It was like watching the villain win, except Frankie was no bad guy.

If they were in comics, she'd be the antihero and he'd be nothing more than the guy in the chair. She saved the day her own way, no matter if it was a right or wrong way to go about it, and he'd support her from the sidelines.

He pulled on his shirt, trying not to think too much about Frankie's breasts, and then wandered around looking for his shoes. He was so distracted, he'd walked by them twice before almost tripping over one and swiping them up. When he looked back to Frankie's window to see if she'd seen him fumbling, she wasn't there. Part of him was relieved she wasn't laughing at him, but the other part of him ached for another glimpse of her before they had to exit their safe spaces.

He didn't get his little wish before walking out the door with keys in hand. He popped the trunk and put his backpack inside, lost in thought as he went over everything that could go wrong in the coming day. His mind was full of worst case social situations that could take place now that their families knew about the baby, as if that made it more likely everyone at school would find out. It spiraled out of control fairly quickly, like a haywire ball of yarn unraveling, and his brain wanted to pulse with pain.

Suddenly, all the strings were cut loose as Robby came up beside him and dropped his and Frankie's backpacks in the trunk. "Hey."

Demetri blinked. "Hey."

Before much more was able to be said, Frankie was walking around grumbling about how she didn't need anyone to carry anything for her. Penelope was right beside her, biting her lips together in an attempt to hide her, but her resolve broke fairly easily and she threw Demetri and Robby a Cheshire grin. She put her messenger bag into the trunk and got into the car.

"Is everything okay?" Demetri asked.

Robby put up his hands as if in surrender. "I don't know. I'm just doing what Mr. Harris asked me to." There was a short pause. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Demetri lied, his voice low. It was almost a whisper as he rubbed a hand over his face.

Robby gave him a look, one that said he knew he wasn't exactly okay.