Heart and Home | Leon Kennedy x OC

No Longer Welcomed

"Morning, sunshine~" Pat greeted, as lively as a bouncing puppy.

I loved Pat so much. I truly did. But seeing him with his perfect hair, all dressed up nicely, and that annoyingly cheerful smile—right after I'd just spent the last half-hour emptying my stomach into the toilet— somehow pissed me off.

"I hate you," I grumbled as I plopped back onto my bed.

"Nah, you don't." He laughed and hopped next to me. "So, how's everything been going lately?"

I paused, thinking about all the different things that had happened since I last saw Leon a few days ago. He did call me soon after, informing me that he had managed to book an appointment with his doctor for tomorrow. He said he would be picking me up and driving us there. The call was short and to the point, but I wasn't expecting otherwise. So, things were okay on that front.

What had been on my mind was an entirely different matter. My hand naturally drifted to my belly. I gave it a gentle rub before asking tentatively, "Do you think I'm fat?"

Pat frowned. "Ehm, is this some kind of trick question?"

"No, really. Can you help me up?" I reached out my hands, and he readily helped me to my feet.

"Oh my God, when did you get so heavy?"

I glared at him. "Do you want me to start throwing books again?"

"Spare me, Meg pie." Pat threw his hands up, surrendering with a giggle. "And to answer your question... I do notice you have been gaining some weight. But isn't it normal and healthy for a pregnant woman?"

"I know that. But ... am I supposed to be this big? I mean, look at this." I tugged up the hem of my baggy shirt to reveal my baby bump.

"Whoa, you've got a bump already?" Pat's eyes widened in a mix of surprise and excitement.

"A massive bump. And I'm still in my first trimester." I huffed. "You know what else? I'm always hungry. I eat like six times a day, and I'm not talking light snacks here. I mean full plates of fried rice, pasta, meatballs. Speaking of, let's go and see if the cafeteria is open. I'm starving."

Pat chuckled, clearly amused by how quickly I got distracted by food. "Now, now, Meg pie, don't be so hard on yourself. You're just keeping the little munchkin in there well-fed." He glanced at my stomach again. "Your baby bump is a bit bigger than what I see on the internet, but I'm sure everything's alright. Besides, it could mean something else."

"Like what?"

Pat shrugged. "Like maybe there could be multiple babies in there, you know. Could be twins, could be triplets. Oh, can you imagine how cute it would be if you ended up having triplets-"

I threw my thickest book at him.

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Leon arrived in front of my dorm thirty minutes after our promised time. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance, but I tried my best to hide it. As I stepped into his car, he greeted me with a somewhat cold and distant look, which only added to my frustration.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound cheerful despite my irritation.

He only nodded, not even meeting my eyes.

I buckled my seatbelt, trying to find something to say to break the awkwardness. "Nice weather today, huh?"

"Yeah." He replied, still not looking at me.

The atmosphere in the car remained tense as he drove. I wanted to reach out and talk to him about our situation, but I didn't want to push him further away. Instead, I kept my focus on the passing scenery outside the window, trying to distract myself.