November Skies (Kellic + MPreg)

Chapter 13

It's only been three months like fuck this baby is already a pain in the ass and its not even born yet. I'm always hungry and when I do eat I throw up because of morning sickness, this damn selfish child. This is Vic's fault. I'm note sure how I feel about him still, sure I like him and all but I'm not sure if I'd be with him forever. But I don't wanna be my mom and raise the baby on my own, that be selfish of me. I need to do what's best for it. Today we have a check up and I'm pretty sure I'm at enough along to find out the gender of it, I hope it's a girl, a girl would be fun to raise. I look up at the clock, I'm in agriculture I honestly though this would have been a more fun class. Ten minutes till its over, ten minutes till I get to go home, twenty minutes till I see Vic, thirty till I go to the doctor. I'm kind of excited for this. I'm excited to know the gender, I'm excited to see what they might look like. I hope it looks more like me than that dumb ass Mexican. No Kellin you need to stay out that mind set, that dumb ass Mexican is your boyfriend and baby daddy. Boyfriend I still don't like the sound of that it sounds odd.

The bell rings and I jump up and walk fast out the class before the teacher even finishes talking. I make my way to the bathroom and look down at the forming baby bump. Its just a small mound now but soon it will grow bigger. Christmas break is starting next week and it'll be Vic's and I first Christmas together, what do I get him, like a book or something. Maybe I'll just ask him what he wants, no he'll just say some cheesy shit like "All I want is you kellybear". I go to my car and get in, starting it with its rawr. I pull out the parking lot and drive home at the posted 55 mile per hour speed limit until I reach the neighborhood where its 15 miles per hour. I pull into the driveway, Vic's puke green truck already there. I wish he would repaint that shit. I get out and walk up the front steps and open the door to the white walls of the house but created with a pleasant smell of food, making my stomach growl loudly.

I walk towards the kitchen and find Vic in a muscle body apron that fits his body almost perfectly. His curly hair up in a messy bun, he is wearing the palm tree tank tip I don't like but I'll live, with a pain of pitch black skinny jeans that hug his thighs in a good way, and he is wearing a pair off gray toms. Everything but that damn palm tree tank top look good on him, I'll throw it away later tonight, he won't notice. Vic claps his hands in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts and he gives me a worried expression. "You okay? You're staring, is it because I'm hot." He says getting full of himself.

"Its that damn shirt I told you to get rid of, why the fuck is it still here, I will not get caught with you wearing the shit." I say looking over to see what he is making, probably something Mexican like enchiladas. No Kellin you need to stop, you are not Donal Trump. "So what are you making?"

He dramatically slaps his chest with a sarcastic gasp. "How dare you insult such a lovely shirt, my favorite shirt for that matter. You should apologize." He laughs and goes back to cooking before it burns. "I'm making Panini's, before we go to the check up. What did you think I was making? Enchiladas?"

I bite my lip and looks down at my feet, with a slight sigh I say, "maybe."

"You are so racist, your parents should have raised you better." He groans and hands me the parchment paper wrapped sandwich.

"Not my fault my parents where against rights of colored people, not my fault I was raised like this." I say defensively.

"You still need get that out your mind set you are carrying a half breed of Mexican and white." He says logically and I nod in agreement.

"I'm making an effort you know, I'm always correcting myself in my head and I try not to say what wants to come out." I groaned and stared to eat, the taste of the sweet but savory sandwich exploding in my mouth. "Wow." Is all I can say before I eat more, stuffing my face.