Bad Girls

Trouble

Author's Note -

Okay, so I know I'm a completely crappy person for not uploading in such a long time. No excuses. I have insane writer's block. Suddenly, I just can't write anything. Not even any of my other stories or songs! My producer's been giving me hell about that too and I have to have a new song to him by Monday! EEP. Anyways, there's a new character in this chapter! ;) Enjoy!

xoxo

Kyla’s POV –

“Hey Kyla.” Samuel greeted me, walking into the apartment.

“Hey Sam.” I smiled at him. “How’d it go?”

Sam had been looking for a job recently. “Pretty well.”

“What does that mean?” I grinned.

“I got the job. It’s not great, but I’m not really qualified. Security officer, that’s the job title. I work every day from 7 – 3. I get $8 per hour.”

“You got the job?” I put my arms around his neck. He nodded and bent to kiss me. “That’s great, babe. I feel totally useless.”

“You are carrying my child, Kyla. I would walk on the moon to keep you safe and warm and happy.”

“You are a fucking saint, you know that?” I grinned and bit his ear. I felt him start to breathe heavily and smirked to myself.

“Yep, I’m pretty aware.” He said, ruining the moment. I gave him a playful slap on the face.

“Jackass.” I grinned and he laughed.

“When’s your next appointment with the doctor?” he asked, sitting down on the couch and taking off his shoes.

“In a week.” I said. “I’m excited.”

I was really starting to look forward to all these doctor’s and counselor’s appointments. I was always eager to see my baby in the ultrasound, though I did have a slight fear that the baby wouldn’t have a heartbeat. As for the counselor, she was helping me with all the things I didn’t know about having a baby. She was teaching me what I had to do when I finally had the baby, as well as taking care of myself while I was pregnant. I sat by Samuel on the couch. He looked so tired.

“Listen, I was just going to make some lunch. You want some?” I offered. He smiled, tiredly, and kissed me on the cheek.

“Thanks, babe.” He murmured in my ear.

“No problem.” I smiled and stood up, heading towards the kitchen. I searched around for something to make and decided on spaghetti with a carbonara sauce. That was probably the only thing I could cook without making myself sick. I put some water in a pot and turned on the stove. I sat down, waiting for it to boil and rubbing my tummy softly. I had such a headache. I closed my eyes tightly shut.

“You okay?” I heard Sam’s voice. I opened my eyes and felt them fill with tears of exhaustion and pain. I shook my head. He came into the kitchen and pulled me close, stroking my hair softly. I cried quietly into his chest.

“Shh.” He said, slowly, squeezing me tight. “You’ll be fine.”

“I’m scared.” I whispered. I wasn’t sure what he’d say to that. That I’d be fine? That everything was going to be okay in the long run? That it was just my hormones going into overdrive? That maybe I was overemotional? Well, I’ll tell you what I didn’t expect and that was what he said. Just a couple little words that made me feel completely better, even safer, although I’d have thought that almost impossible.