Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 19

Kaylee POV

"Chriiis! Pleaseee!" I whined. The doctor said that I had to be on bed rest for a couple weeks because of my rib surgery that I had and my stitches they gave me after the surgery. My cheek, on the other hand, was healing, but it hurts when I smile.

Chris wasn't letting me go with him and the twins to the store, and I wanted to go just to get out of bed and out of the house. We were staying with Chris, of course.

"No, Kaylee. You need to be resting and laying down. You know you're not supposed to do too many sudden movements."

"Chris, it's been a week. I'm okay, the doctor said 1 or 2 weeks."

"Yeah, and I'm making you stay in for 2 weeks. You only got one more to go, so just be patient." He kissed my forehead as I pouted at him.

"It's not fair."

"No, it's not unfair. It's common sense."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Can you bring me back some chocolate ice cream and pickles?"

He gagged. "You're nasty."

"No, I'm pregnant, and I'm craving. Please?"

He groaned, rolling his eyes. "Whatever. I still say it's nasty."

"And I still say I'm pregnant."

He chuckled, leaving out the room to get the twins ready to go. I sighed as I leaned back against the pillows, relieving my aching back. My phone began to ring, so I picked it up without looking at the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hey." A familiar voice said from the other end. "Remember me?"

I furrowed my eyebrows before realizing who it was.

"You've got a lot of nerve calling me, bitch." I spat, sitting up.

She sighed. "Kaylee, look, I'm sorry about what happened that day."

"Fuck you, Zoe. You think calling me three years late, saying you're sorry for being a fake ass bitch and trying to fuck my boyfriend? Fuck your sorry. I don't know why you called me, you're just wasting your time."

"Kaylee, I was high that day."

"On what? 3 grams of 'Ho-crack'?"

She sighed dramatically. "No, I was on cocaine."

I shrugged, as if she could see me. "Am I supposed to feel sorry and forgive you? I wouldn't give two flying fucks if you were high on crack. Matter of fact, as I remember, you looked perfectly fine when I caught you trying to put Chris' dick in your mouth."

She was silent for a moment. "I miss us as friends, K--"

BOOP BOOP BOOP

I hung up on her ass. Fuck that bitch. She can "miss" me with that bullshit.

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Chris POV

"Daddy, can we have Fruity Pebbles?" Christiana asked as she held up a box. "Go ahead." I said, letting her put the cereal in the basket. I grabbed a jar of pickles, which made gag a little.

"Daddy, can we get juice?" Kristen asked. I groaned. Not that they were annoying me, but as a parent, I say that this was a bad idea.

"We already have 4 different juices, Kristen." I said in a tired tone.

"But I want my own juice."

I threw my head back as I sighed. They are spoiled, but it's my fault, I guess. "Why you don't like sharing?"