Mine And His

Chapter 7

Last time:

"Cartman, I'm pregnant." I swore I could hear a pin drop and a glass break somewhere in the distance. Cartman looked as white as a ghost, essentially looking how I felt. This was a bad idea.

Chapter 7

"What?" He asked in a shocked tone. He sounded appalled.

"I'm... I'm pregnant." I said choking back tears.

"That's impossible! Isn't it?" He asked fidgeting with something.

"Apparently it is." I said becoming even more frightened by the moment.

I will admit that I'm scared, who wouldn't be? I didn't know what he was going to do, what he would say, or what was going to happen. Yeah I'm scared, but he needs to know.

He cupped my cheeks and wipes my tears away, he knew I was scared. He showed concern, worry, and he even looked like he was questioning what to do. He looked afraid, but of what? Becomes great a father? Having responsibility? He got on one knee, looking into my eyes.

"What do you want to do Kyle?" He asked me.

"I-I don't know man." I said wanting to cry again, damn hormones.

He brought me into a hug and rubbed my back as I began to sob. I let it all out as he was coming to terms with reality, with the truth.

"Kyle, it'll be fine." He cooed softly into my ear.

All I could get out were incoherent mumbling, he was still trying to calm me down. Soon enough I stopped, but that was hours after I had told him. He got me a glass of water cause my throat was soar. I took a sip and looked at him.

"Should... should we get rid of it?" I asked.

"No! Definitely not, that's wrong, and besides; it deserves to live a life." He said smiling at me.

I sighed, a sigh of relief and terror. I'm keeping it. I'm gonna keep it, love it, care for it and everything! It won't have to worry. I grab Cartman's blanket and wrapped myself in it, taking in his sent. It smelt like him, and cake.

"Are you smelling my blanket?" He asked making me blush.

"Um... no..." I lied.

He chuckled, "Gay."

I roll my eyes. "Said the guys that fucked me, got me pregnant, and wants to keep it." I mumbled.

"Hahaha, very funny jewboy." He said grouchily making me giggle.

He smiled and said he'd walk me home. We talked about nothing, yet we talked about everything. He came into my place, sat down with me at the table, and we even had tea. He made it enjoyable to be around him, I liked it.

"I should probably be heading home, it's getting really dark." He said rubbing the back of his neck.

I felt up he wanted to leave, but why? I grab his hand and look at him with begging eyes. My mom walked in and looked at us.

"Oh, hello Eric." She said carefully, but then went in to say something else. "It's supposed to snow really badly, canceled school cause of it. You're welcome to stay, if you'd like."

"Sure, I'll text my mom." He said kind of happy.

I grabbed his hand and run upstairs smiling. I was really happy he was going to stay with me, maybe even cuddle me? I read some articles that said cuddling with the baby daddy helps the baby become more healthy, I'm only looking out for the baby. We sat on my bed, still holding hands, and being silent. He lied down next to me, I lied next to him. I handed him my remote and turned out my lights.

We enjoyed watching reruns of old TV shows like The Terrace and Phillip Show. I feel asleep by him, but before I was completely unconscious I heard the TV turn off, and two arms wrap around me.

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I woke up to something warm around me, so I kept acting like I was asleep and leaned into it. I barely remember what happened last night. Um... I told Cartman, he walked me home, uh... we had tea? I don't know. I stayed there till the thing shook me awake.

"Kyle." They said, sounded like a guy.

"No." I said cuddling closer to him.

"Kyle, get up jew." He said.

"Sleep!" I whine staying where I was.

"Your mom made chocolate chip pancakes, I can smell them." He said.

I sniff the air and I woke up fast. I'm so hungry! I look at what I was cuddling, Cartman. I didn't let go, in fact I got on his back.

"Piggy back ride?" I asked.

"Five bucks." Cartman said holding up his hand.

"I'm carrying your kid." I remind him.

He sighs and rolled his eyes, I wanted to make a joke, but I decided against it. He tells me to hold on tight, and I do. It was fun having him take me down the stairs, going the extra mile to put me in a chair. He actually got quite slim over the past few years.

"Bubbie, Eric, good morning boys." My mom said happily.

"Morning mom! Morning dad,
You too Ike." I said as I get pancakes stacked onto a plate in front of me.

"Morning Kyle!" He said cheerfully,

My dad mumbled something I really didn't understand, or care enough to understand. He didn't want my baby to be in his life, he can suck it.

Cartman sat down and ate with us, it was awkwardly silent. My dad spoke up. "So Kyle, are you gonna get the abortion?"

I looked at him, I was appalled! He asked me that as if it were an everyday question like "how'd you sleep?" "How's your day?" No, it was "how bout an abortion?" I in hailed, remembering Ike was at the table. I grab my plate and head to my room, Cartman following with his plate in hand, maybe some waters.

Before I fully left I turn to say, "We will discuss this later."

We made it to my room, and after I set down my plate I slam the door and lock it, I even punched it a couple times, but Cartman stopped me.

"Your dads an asshole, the door did nothing." He said, starting to open his arms.

I ran into his arms and cry. I felt like my dad hated me, to just say that? What else am I supposed to think?

"Hey, it's okay, I'm here." He said lifting my chin. "Lets finish breakfast and watch TV."

I nod and let him lead me to my bed.

Hope you guys liked it! I'm not as great as a writer as they are, but I tried, and I feel like you guys deserve to see how this might have gone.