"END GAME" - ᴍᴀʜᴏᴍᴇs.

046. Bronze

Kylie sighed softly as she felt Patrick's gentle hand stroke her small but growing belly. The sensation was comforting, almost soothing. She turned her head slightly towards him, her lips curving into a soft smile. His dark hair tickled her neck lightly, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.
Patrick's fingers traced the outline of her baby bump, feeling every curve and contour.
They both remained silent for a while, basking in the warmth of their shared affection. The only sounds that filled the room were their gentle breathing and the faint ticking of the old clock hanging on the wall.
"Do you have any names you like?" Kylie asked. her voice was no louder than a murmer, as if she was scared of breaking the peace.
"I've had a list of them since I was a teenager." patrick replied, the corners of his lips turning upwards into a small smile as he watched Kylie's eyes sparkle with curiosity as she gazed up at him.
"Really? Since you were a teenager?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Patrick nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"Yeah, I always knew someday I'd have kids," he explained, his hand continuing its gentle caress over her belly.
Kylie propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at Patrick with admiration.
"That's so sweet. Do you have any favourites from your list?" she inquired, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to picture the young Patrick scribbling away in a notebook, dreaming of his future family.
Patrick's mind wandered back to those teenage years, filled with hopes and aspirations.
"i like the idea of naming my first boy after me, like my dad did." he murmered.
Kylie giggled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Really? That's quite a legacy to live up to," she remarked, her tone light and teasing. Her hand rested on his chest, tracing the outline of his heart through his shirt.
Patrick chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly.
"I know, it's kind of silly," he admitted, his fingers continuing their slow dance over Kylie's baby bump. "But there's something special about carrying on a tradition, don't you think?"
Kylie smiled, her eyes reflecting a newfound respect for Patrick. She leaned in closer to him, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek.
"It's very sweet, actually," she whispered, snuggling back into the crook of his arm. Patrick laughed softly, his chest vibrating beneath Kylie's hand.
"Well, I guess Bronze could work too, 'cause he'd be the third," he mused aloud, his fingers now dancing along Kylie's stomach in rhythmic patterns. "Kinda has a cool ring to it, doesn't it?"
Kylie grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"It does." she agreed, wrapping her arms around Patrick's waist and pulling him closer. "Bronze Mahomes... I like that."
Just then, the sound of Patrick's mother's voice rang out from downstairs, breaking the serene atmosphere.
"Kids! Dinner's ready!" she called out, her tone cheerful and inviting.
Patrick groaned softly, reluctantly pulling away from Kylie's embrace. "Guess we better get going before she comes up here and drags us down," he joked, sitting up slowly and stretching his arms overhead.
Kylie giggled, following suit and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. As she stood up, she couldn't help but marvel at the love and support surrounding her. Not only did she have Patrick by her side, but also his loving family, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their newest member.
Hand in hand, the couple made their way downstairs, the aroma of a home-cooked meal filling their nostrils and making their mouths water.

after they all ate, Kylie offered to help randi in the kitchen, to which she happily agreed. kylie walked into the kitchen, her hands full of dirty dishes from the dinner they had just finished. She smiled at Randi, who was busy preparing dessert.
"Thank you for this weekend," Kylie said as she set down the dishes in the sink. "It's been so long since we've seen you all."
"No problem at all," Randi replied with a warm smile. "I'm glad you could make it. It's always nice to have family around for dinner."
As Kylie started washing the dishes, she noticed Randi watching her closely. she glanced up from scrubbing a pan, wondering what was on Randi's mind. She felt a bit uncomfortable under the older woman's gaze but tried to brush it off.
"So, how's work been treating you?" Kylie asked, trying to steer the conversation towards safer territory.
"Oh, you know, same old, same old," Randi answered with a shrug. "But enough about me. How are things going for you? Patrick hasn't mentioned much lately."
Kylie smiled, placing the pan on the drying rack before answering. "Things are good."
Just then, Patrick walked into the kitchen, grabbing a cold beer from the refrigerator. He moved over to where Kylie was standing at the sink, gently placing a hand on her stomach as he leaned in to press a soft kiss against her forehead.
"I couldn't resist," he murmured, smiling warmly at her. Kylie laughed, playfully swatting at his arm.
Randi rolled her eyes good-naturedly, shaking her head. "Oh, you've been all over her all day," she teased, folding her arms across her chest. "Let the poor girl breathe, patrick."
Patrick chuckled, draping an arm around Kylie's shoulders as he turned to face his mother.
"Hey, a man's gotta keep his priorities straight," he joked, giving Kylie's bump another affectionate squeeze. With a final peck on Kylie's cheek, Patrick headed back out to join his dad and brother on the patio, leaving the two women alone in the kitchen. Randi busied herself arranging a tray of freshly baked brownies, her movements a bit stiffer than usual.
"You know, I wanted to apologize for something," Randi said abruptly, setting the tray down on the counter. "At the Bengals game a few weeks ago..."
Kylie looked at her quizzically, unsure where this was heading. "What do you mean?"
Randi hesitated, glancing around the room as if searching for the right words. When she spoke again, her voice was low and cautious. "The baby thing, Kylie. About Patrick and Brittany..."
Kylie's heart skipped a beat as understanding dawned. "Wait, what are you talking about?" she asked, genuinely perplexed. Randi took a deep breath, clearly struggling with whether to proceed. Finally, she met Kylie's confused gaze directly.
"It's not my place to say anything, really," she began slowly. "But given your current situation... well, I feel like you should know."
A chill ran down Kylie's spine as dread settled in the pit of her stomach. She gripped the edge of the sink tightly, as if she was bracing herself for whatever revelation was coming.
"Go on," she urged quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Randi shifted uncomfortably, averting her eyes. "About three months before they divorced, Brittany got pregnant. According to Brittany, Patrick insisted she have an abortion."
Kylie stood frozen, stunned by the news. Her mind raced as she tried to process the implications. Kylie's world seemed to spin as she absorbed the weight of Randi's words. She stared blankly at the older woman, unable to form a coherent response.
"What do you mean, 'insisted'?" she finally managed to ask, her voice barely audible. The air in the kitchen suddenly felt thick and heavy.
Randi sighed heavily, her eyes filled with regret. "He told Brittany that if she didn't terminate the pregnancy, he'd leave her and file for divorce," she explained softly. "That's what Brittany told me, anyway."
Kylie staggered slightly, leaning against the countertop for support. A wave of nausea washed over her as she struggled to comprehend what Randi was saying. Was it possible that Patrick had been capable of such a cruel thing?
"But why would he..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Randi shook her head sadly, her expression a mix of sympathy and disgust. "Apparently, Patrick wasn't ready to be a dad," she said bitterly. "And he made it very clear to Brittany that he never wanted children."
Kylie felt as though the ground beneath her feet had vanished entirely. She wrapped her arms protectively around her growing belly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
"How could he?" she whispered brokenly, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. "How could he force someone to do that?"
Randi reached out tentatively, resting a comforting hand on Kylie's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, honey," she murmured. Kylie nodded numbly, wiping at the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.
"I think I need to lie down for a bit," she mumbled, turning towards the stairs. "I don't feel so good."
Without waiting for a response, she climbed the steps slowly, each one feeling heavier than the last. As she reached the top landing, Kylie paused, taking a moment to collect herself before continuing down the hallway to Patrick's old bedroom.
She pushed open the door, stepping inside the familiar space.
Kylie crossed the room and sank onto the bed, lying back against the pillows and closing her eyes, her mind still reeling.
Several hours passed before Patrick found his way back to the guest bedroom, looking noticeably tipsy. He slipped silently through the door, dimming the lights as he moved towards the bed.
Gently, he crawled under the covers beside Kylie, snaking an arm around her waist as he pulled her close. His lips grazed against her neck in search of warmth before drifting up to plant soft kisses against her jawline.
When there was no response—no sigh, no stir—it registered in Patrick’s drowsy, slightly drunken mind that perhaps Kylie was already sleeping. So he nestled himself against her and closed his eyes.
Within moments after settling down for the night, exhaustion from the long weekend, coupled with the relaxation of being curled up with Kylie, brought a smile to Patrick’s lips, and he fell asleep happy.

a/n
sorry guys I had to stir up some more drama 😁 also I posted a travis book if u wanna check it out it's called "chasin' you"