Dead Baby Kickball

Chapter Seven

"Guys, I want tacos!" Blake whined from the backseat. I rolled my eyes and suddenly felt his lips on the back of my shoulder, trailing themselves up to the base of my ear. "I want tacos." he continued to mumble. "You're drunk." I complained, pushing him back into the back of the car where he earlier resigned. "Put your seat belt on, Blake." Kyle groaned. "Last thing I need is to get pulled over." Blake sighed and clicked his buckle into place, crossed his arms like a spoiled child who hadn't gotten their way. Which I guess he kind of was. 

  Kyle soon pulled up in front of the apartment that the three of us shared, and we all piled out of the car, Blake nearly falling flat on his face. "Man, that was close... Hey, Guys, can we order some Chinese food?!" I let out an exasperated sigh and turned to face Blake. "You're drunk. Go inside, and get some fucking sleep." I hissed. He stared at me before wrapping his arms around my large waist and pulling me closer to him. "Baaaabe, I want yoooou." He slurred, kissing along my neck. I groaned and elbowed my way from his arms. "You idiot, I'm not fucking you while I'm pregnant." 

He nodded slowly and then pouted, grabbing my hips. "Please?"

"No!" I hissed before rolling my eyes and walking into the apartment.  I slammed the door behind me and fell into bed, crossing my arms over my chest. Kyle walked in a little bit later, mumbling. "You asleep?" I blinked and shook my head, sitting upright. "No, I'm awake."

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm just beginning to think Cal was right."  I  said with a small sigh. Kyle nodded a little, sitting down next to me in the darkness, shifting the tiny bed's mattress beside me. I didn't know what to say in order to break the almost awkward, almost content silent atmosphere, so I simply laid my head on his shoulder. I felt his arm slide itself around my waist and gently pull me closer. "Emily?"

"A-yuh?"

"If Blake had to get any random girl pregnant, I'm really glad it was you and not some trashy whore." he said. I smiled a bit and pulled him into a hug, not wanting to agree or disagree. 

I heard Blake snoring loudly from the living room. "Em?"

"Yeah?" After I'd said that, Kyle grew really quiet and tensed up under my arms. I tilted my head up just slightly to look at him. All I could make out was the silhouette of his face, looking ahead of him, and not at me. The moonlight streaking through the blinds on the windows cast a blue stream of light across his face. "Do you love Blake?" he asked, finally speaking after what had seemed an eternity. I was shocked by the question. It's something I'd never really thought of before. I was four months pregnant with his baby. I was living with him and Kyle as his girlfriend. And I was trying to make the relationship work. 

"Of course I love him."

...Right?

Kyle shook his head and looked at me once again. "Obviously you don't, if you hesitated that long to answer." I blinked and stayed silent. Kyle took the chance to continue on. "And it's obvious that you're in love with someone. I may not know who, but I know for damn sure that it isn't Blake." I blinked again, at a loss for words. Was I in love? With who? What? Where am I? What's that sparkly thing over there? Kyle sighed heavily next to me and positioned himself to lay down, an arm under his head. I looked at him over my shoulder before laying on his chest, burying my face into the crook of his neck. 

 He softly placed his hand on the small of my back, and I placed my own hand over my stomach, which was standing out profoundly. I sighed softly and let my eyes slip closed, my mind closing itself off from the confusing debate of 'love'. As I slipped into a light sleep, I'm nearly convinced I felt Kyle kiss the very top of my head and mutter "I love you."