Will He Ever Be Mine?

Chapter Seventeen

Well I got my wish, I slept until the morning. When I opened my eyes, My mom and dad were sitting in chairs beside my bed. "Mom, Dad, why are y'all here so early?" I said looking at them skeptically.

"Well, it's only 9:30 and I don't call that so early." My daddy said with a smirk. smart ass. I thought smiling to myself. "But we did want to talk to you about something... Bryce." My mom said and I groaned in annoyance.

"Don't do that Kelsey. You hurt that boy's feelings. You sh-"

"Mom, I love Bryce and he knows that. It took me a while to realize it, but I do. I told him I loved him, but I couldn't be with him the way he wanted me to be. I just can't. I thought about it, but I couldn't. I was too, well I thought I was, in love with Nolen. When I saw him with that girl my heart shattered. The love I have for Him as my child's father will never go away, but the way I loved him as my boyfriend is long gone. I don't want to get with Bryce now to get his hopes up. I don't want him to think I'll be here forever to be with him. I didn't want to hurt him. That's the last thing I wanted to do no matter how much I wanted him to hurt like he hurt me. I didn't do it intentionally. I wanted to tell him that, but things escalated too quickly for me." I said looking down at my hands.

"Do you know how long he's liked you Kelsey? Years. He just didn't think you felt the same. That boy Just gave up once you got pregnant. He was hurt, but didn't want to show it." She added.

"I can't help that. I want to apologize or something, but I know he doesn't want to talk to me." I said sighing. I'm tired of this drama. Lord take me NOW.

"That's not true." She pulled out her phone and showed me messages. I only read the ones he sent her.

Kelsey and I had an argument.

I said something I shouldn't have.

I told her I was going to forget she ever existed.

Because I want her to be with me mama. I know she's not doing so well, but I want to let her go knowing that she was mine.

Mama I love her so much. I've loved her for years. but I held my feelings in for the sake of our friendship.

I don't know, when she got pregnant I just gave up.

I want to talk to her, but after what I said, she wouldn't want to talk to me or even see my face.

I love her.

And that was the last message. I tapped the box and replied.

Bryce, it's Kelsey. I love you too and I do want to talk to you and see your face. Don't reply to this message, but I'll see you soon.

I pressed send and once it sent I deleted the message and handed my mom her phone back.

Then my hospital phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Kelsey I told them I was pregnant. José was surprisingly happy and so were my parents. At first they were upset, but once they realized they would be grandparents, they were beyond happy. YOU DON'T HAVE TO KICK JOSÉ'S ASS BOO!" She yelled and I laughed.

"See! I told you it would work out. Now Mi Mi will have a little cousin to play with." I said smiling.

"Well I have to go, I just called to tell you the great news and thank you. I love you girl, bye!"

"I love you too, bye." I said and hung up.

"So who pregnant this time?" My dad asked with a frown. He considered my friends his daughters too.

"Riley." I said and their eyes bulged. "Holy Riunite Lambrusco!" My mom shouted. "Holy father of all things pregnant!" My dad said and I laughed so hard. Too hard to be exact and I coughed up blood. My mom got me a towel and wiped my mouth with a frown.

"Daddy, that was hilarious!" I said with a smile trying to forget what just happened. "I can't believe Riley is pregnant." My dad said in disbelief.

"Yeaa well she is, so get used to it." I said smiling.

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Yes I know it's short, but I'm trying to end this book with the last chapter being 19 and the Epilogue being chapter twenty. I don't like odd numbers so yeaa..

This is in the SHORT STORY category hence the fact that it's so short.

I'll update again soon, don't worry. I'm working on the next chapter now and it'll be longer and to the point.

*** Queen_GoldChains ***