Earth and Wolves

Chapter Twenty-Two

After giving Dani a quick excuse, and assuring her that I was in no way, pregnant, I made my way back to Devon.

"You okay, babe?" He pulled me into the seat next to him, a fake grin on his face. The tension was suffocating, and I noticed that Dani's friends were still hanging out.

"Yeah," I choked out, picking up a slice of pizza. I couldn't bring it to my lips though. The smell was sickening, as obviously proved a couple of minutes ago when I was puking up my empty stomach.

You sure? I didn't want to look at Devon in the eyes for fear I would crack. My angst filled chest heaved as I ignored him.

Babe, what's wrong? Devon asked. I coughed and looked at my lap. Kaitlyn!

I blocked the mind link and put on a grin. "Hi! Sorry about earlier, I'm Kaitlyn."

The blond boy smirked, and reciprocated his own name. Devon pretended to be cheerful, but the anger radiating off of him was nearly too much. I wanted to reach over and cuddle him, and tell him that I absolutely am not pregnant.

Except I am. The thumping in my belly seemed to be deafening. I don't know how I didn't notice it before, let alone Devon. ThumpThumpThumpThump.The fast pace was almost worrisome, if I didn't already know that babies heartbeats were abnormally quick. Suddenly my phone vibrated, and I pulled it out, careful to make sure Devon couldn't see. Just encase Danielle started questioning what happened in the bathroom again. I was right about the person texting me.

Can you cover Devon for me? I'll meet up with you guys later tonight, at my brother's party. But it would mean so much if you would?

I stood up, and grabbed Devon's balled up fist. "Baby, I'm not feeling well. Can we go to our room, so I can take a nap. We can drop Dani off on the way." I shot her a look.

"Oh, no! I live nearby, and can get my brother to pick me up. Besides, I want to eat some pizza." There was a double meaning in that last sentence if I ever heard one.

"Are you s-"Devon started, still very upset with me.

Thankfully Dani cut him off. "Go, Kaitlyn looks really bad." Devon's jaw clenched and he patiently said his goodbyes before we started our walk back to the car. It wasn't long, five minutes maybe. But his hold on my hand was light. Fleeting. It didn't take me long to realize he was only doing it to tell other men that I'm his. And to probably make sure I didn't wander off, because I'm being so childish; he so quietly mumbled something about it under his breath when we exited the pizza place.

We got to the parking lot, and I slipped my hand away. He's upset, and I'm scared. This could have potential to end bad. Instead of confronting him, I climbed into the passenger seat, remembering that I couldn't drive because my license was in California. He silently got behind the wheel, and sighed.

"Baby, are you going to tell me what happened?" Devon asked, his hand sliding up my knee. He pulled out of the lot, and onto a highway.

I shuddered, and my heart swelled. "Yes. Later." I leaned against the cool window, and felt his hand withdraw. His emotions were flaring between worry and anger, but other wise he stayed mute. Which meant the car was silent...ThumpThumpThump. I coughed and leaned over, turning on the radio.

Devon stiffened and I ignored him, and leaned back against the back of the chair.

How am I going to tell him? He'll be pissed, and this could ruin our future! What if he is excited? Then what are we going to do? Just smile and be stoked, and our future house bills will be paid for, as well as student loans? When will I be able to go to school again?