Kitten {Kellic} [Book 2]

Chapter 32

PH MY GOD I READ THE LAST LINE OF THE LAST CHAPTER WTH HUHHHHHHH WHAAAAAAAA

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~Second Chance~

I smiled down at Kellin who was laying down, his head in my lap and his hands on his stomach. He kept poking at it for some reason.

"What are you doing?" I asked, pushing a stray hair out of his face.

"Am I getting fat? Be honest."

"A little," I admitted.

"Jerk!"

"What!? You asked me to be honest." I said confused and he smacked my shoulder before he looked down at his stomach once more. "Just start working out with me or something. I thought you said you wanted to anyways."

"I know but then I got sick," he mumbled quietly and rubbed his stomach again slowly and sniffed. I frowned.

"I thought you were feeling better?" I said and moved to rub his stomach carefully, I've been home a week now and he's been really nauseous and was constantly sleeping. If I didn't know any better, it was like he was pregnant but his pregnancy with Sophie wasn't like this, he wasn't as sick.

"I actually kinda have to talk to you about that..." He said slowly and sat up.

"Talk to me about you being sick?" I asked as he crawled onto my lap and put my hands on his stomach.

"About me being pregnant," Kellin said quietly.

"You're pregnant?" I asked slowly, Kellin nodded, a small smile forming on his face.

"Yeah but we need to talk about this Vic, I'm pregnant and I want to know what you think about that."

"As long as you're ha-"

"No, don't give me that "as long as you're happy I'm happy" shit," He said interrupting me. I glared at him.

"Don't interrupt me," I said annoyed.

"Whatever, but don't give me that shit. That's the shit you say when I drink out of a sippy cup or something. Not when you and your boyfriend need to discuss the fact that I'm nine weeks pregnant." Kellin told me seriously. "Now, do you think we should keep the baby? There's still time to get an abortion, this is a decision that has to do with both of us. I want another baby but at the same time I don't think I'd be able to handle it, every time I think about this one all I think about is Sophie, she'd be one by now and we'd be this cute little family with another baby on the way and it breaks my heart that we don't have Sophie."

I sighed and wrapped my arms around his waist, "I told you when you were pregnant that I didn't want the baby," I said slowly. "And part of me still stands by that, I don't think I'm ready to be a father, I don't think I'll ever be ready to be a father. I'm too emotionally unattached. And what if I turn out like my father? He's a piece of shit that I despise and I don't want to be like that Kitten."

Kellin shook his head, "I think you'll be an amazing dad. But that's not what I'm talking about Viccy, I mean what if this baby is too much for us? What if I turn into one of those insane parents who kills their baby because I'm suffering from postpartum depression?"

I looked down at Kellin's stomach and rubbed it softly, smiling, my baby was in there. They could become so amazing and wonderful, we could raise the baby to be whoever they wanted to be. It was strange but, I could just see us raising the baby and taking them to their first day of school and arguing with their idiotic teachers or something.

"I want the baby," I told him, shocking even myself with that statement.

"You do?" He asked wide eyed.