Mixed Emotions

Chapter 14-the game

Kam's p.o.v
I woke up really late today with a splitting headache. It was about 1 pm when Sam reminded me we have to go to the Clipper game.

I honestly don't feel like going but I told Blake I would. On the other hand Sam is super excited since she hasn't seen DJ in like a week. Her excitement is kinda getting annoying but I know I'm just being grumpy.

After I showered I picked out a clippers cropped T and some skinny jeans. I didn't feel like dressing super fancy and I hope Blake doesn't mind.

Sam's p.o.v
Kam has been super quiet all day and I don't know what's up. I haven't asked her about it because she just doesn't seem like she's in the mood but hopefully seeing Blake will lighten her mood.

She keeps complaining about having a headache and I keep having a feeling its more then that. She's never complained of headaches before or randomly feeling bad, and all her symptoms are pregnancy symptoms. I know the test said she wasn't but I really want her too take another one just to be sure.

-----at the game-------

Blake's p.o.v
I know Kam shouldn't be my focus right now but she totally is. I love how she can dress plain and look super cute. Honestly she's distracting me so much. We haven't made eye contact once and its killing me. I keep looking at her and I've even almost missed the ball. Doc knows something is up so he took me out.

Since her seats are behind us I can't just turn around to talk to her but I want too so bad. She's only two rows away but I can't afford to get in trouble.

-----after the game.....
We won the game but I didn't get much playing time after half. Doc knows I'm distracted and why, I'm so screwed. Every time I try to get my head in the game it doesn't work. My mind just drifts off to Kam, everything about her. She's perfect, and I'm so glad she's not mad at me anymore.

Kam's p.o.v
After the game Sam and I stayed after to talk to the guys. Procures their press conference took like 45 minutes so we were just standing around forever.

When they finally came out the each greeted us with hugs and kisses and we walked to our cars. They guys want us to come over but I just feel so sick and out of it, I really don't want too. But I said yes for Blake and Sam's sake.

Since we took separate cars, Sam drove us to Blake's and Them too drove separately. I felt like I wanted to throw up the whole car ride. This is awful, I don't understand what's wrong with me.

-------at Blake's house-------

Blake's p.o.v
As soon as we got to my house Kam asked to lay down so of course, I let her. She feels awful I can tell, and I feel so bad. Since I didn't wanna third wheel I let Sam and DJ have the guest room. I wish I could say I didn't know what they were doing.

As for Kam, she's just laying in my bed. I've been checking on her periodically but I feel like I should just stay in there with her. But I also feel like it will get awkward. I tried to just watch tv downstairs but between Sam's moans and nothing good being on, I just turned it off and went upstairs.

When I got to my room Kam was sleep and she looked so beautiful.
I didn't want to wake her so I lightly sat down in the other side of my bed. Of course since I'm so huge the bed moved and she woke up. I felt bad but she greeted me with a smile which made me feel better.

"Babe how do you feel?" I said laying down facing her. "I'm alright, I have no idea what's wrong with me" she said in a cute low tone. "Yea me either but you can stay here as long as you need" I said smiling at her. "thanks but I don't wanna be annoying" she said rubbing her eyes. "Your not annoying babe, trust me" I said kissing her forehead.

"I think Imma get Sam and head home." She said sitting up. "Ehh you probably don't wanna do that." I said slightly laughing. "Of course they are fucking, never mind then guess I'm Chillin here" she said laying back down. "Well I like the sound of that" I said putting my arm around her. "Shut up" she said lightly hitting me but laying into my arms. I just laughed as we both closed our eyes and drifted off to sleep.