Fatal: Part 3 (The Grand Finale)

Chapter 21

The rest of the tour was amazing. Opening for such a big band like HIM and playing in front of so many people was absolutely incredible. Chris was certainly able to get a lot of his stress out on stage.

Chris hadn't talked to McKayla since he'd found out she was pregnant. He hadn't told the band or anyone about the pregnancy either, just that McKayla didn't have cancer...and that they'd gotten into a fight. Chris had exchanged a few words with Sophie - she was the one that told him not to tell anyone about the pregnancy yet - and Chris could tell that she wasn't very happy with him either.

December 21st was the last show of the tour and the band would be home the next night. McKayla had gone back to work, feeling a bit better. Chris was excited to get home and to make things right with her. He'd thought a lot about her pregnancy, and he was pretty sure he knew by now what to say to make things right again.

It was about ten o'clock at night when Chris got home. He walked into the house quietly, in case McKayla was asleep. She was. She'd fallen asleep on the couch under a blanket with 'The Flash' on TV.

Chris smiles and shuts the door behind him. He sets his things down and walks over to the couch. He kneels down and lightly kisses McKayla's forehead. She shifts her position a bit, then blinks herself awake.

"Hey." Chris says, quietly.

"Hey." McKayla says, hugging him.

"Oh. I thought you were still mad at me." Chris says, hugging her back.

"I am." McKayla says, breaking the embrace, "That doesn't mean I'm not happy you're home safe."

"Oh. But you're still pissed?"

"Yup."

Chris blinks, "'Kay." He states, "Well, in an attempt to avoid having to sleep on the couch tonight, I got you a present."

"Oh, did you." McKayla states with a quirked eyebrow.

"Mhm." Chris says, standing. He walks over and grabs the objects on top of his suitcase - a bouquet of white roses and a toy stuffed bat.

McKayla stands and gives him a deadpanned look, "Okay, the flowers I get, but a stuffed animal? You're that desperate?"

"Um, excuse me, the bat is not for you; it's for the baby."

"Oh, so now he cares about the baby." McKayla says, sarcastically. She takes the flowers into the kitchen.

Chris furrows his eyebrows in confusion, "Who are you talking to?"

McKayla doesn't answer. She just fills a case with water, sets it on the table, then puts the flowers in it.

"Still pissed, huh?" Chris asks.

"Uh huh. Thanks for the flowers though." McKayla says, walking out of hte kitchen, sarcastically smiling. She quickly kisses Chris' cheek, then walks upstairs.

Chris follows her, "Can we talk about this?"

"I'd rather not." McKayla says, going into the bedroom. She lays on her back on the bed and closes her eyes.

Chris huffs, "Fine. You and I won't talk." He says.

McKayla wasn't sure what he meant by that, but she didn't show any signs of questioning. She heard footsteps, then felt the bed shift next to her. Chirs was laying next to her.

Chris pauses a minute, not sure if he should even attempt to touch her. Then he begins to lightly trace random patterns on her belly with his fingers. McKayla knew what he was trying to do. She didn't react. She wouldn't show any signs of interest.