"Kye.." I say and she doesn't respond. She doesn't stand off the bed, she just sits there, emotionless. "I know it means something to you, but it meant nothing to me. It upset me just as much as it's upsetting you. Do you think I wanted that to happen?"
"I think you really fucked up.. I think that I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in the world. I think that I want us to work through things for our child. But I don't think I can forgive you.. that's what I think.." she's spouting out words faster than her lungs can produce air so she's out of breath at the end of her sentence. A sentence that broke my heart.
"So what does that mean..?" I ask, not wanting to know the answer.
"I'm going to stay in Nats old room. I want to enjoy the time I have with your family, but I can't be around you right now. Not until I can forgive you or forget her face or something.." she says and my heart breaks further.
Kylie's POV.
He doesn't say anything to me so I get up and grab my bag that I packed up before brads mom came in and convinced me to stay. I go to walk past him but he stops me.
Brad bends down on his knees and lifts my shirt. He kisses my stomach and whispers something but I can't make out what he says. The contact of his lips on my body both makes me sick and ignites every nerve in my body. I miss his touch but it makes me physically ill to think about him.
He stands to his feet and grabs my bag out of my hand and begins walking. I follow behind him and shout "I can carry that on my own, you know." Walking quickly to keep up with his long strides.
"You're still my girl, you know?" He continues walking and says, " I always carry your bags. Nothing's changed." His words give me butterflies. My emotions are so messed up right now.
We make it into Nats room that consists of a bed, a dresser, and a desk. Brad sets my bag on top of the dresser and turns to walk out but before he walks out the door, he turns around and says "I love you. Even if you don't love me right now, I'll always love you." Nothing more, nothing less. He turns back around and closes the door behind him.
I can't hold back my tears. Why would he do this to me. It doesn't make sense. Was I not enough? Do I not treat him right? Is my baggage finally catching up to him and he knows that he can't handle it? What did I do? Or what didn't I do? I hate thinking like this.
I plop down on the bed. It's a nice bed but I can't seem to get comfortable on it. I sit back up and begin looking at my belly.
"What did your daddy say to you?" I ask it.
Before my mind can wonder any further, I decide to get out of this room and go down and visit with brads parents.
I'm not sure why but I always get anxious walking into the living room. I do this thing where I walk on my top toes and try to be as quiet as I can. Probably because I hate having attention draw to me or I don't want to disturb anyone. I'm not sure. It's just something I've always done.
"Hi, darling." Brads mom startled me as I walk into the living room.
"Hi." I say with the realest smile I can pull off. "Where's everyone else?" I ask.
"The lads went out back. I think they're walking Jesse." Anne tells me. I'm kind of relieved that brad is spending time with his dad and not sitting on the couch.
"And what are you doing?" I sit across the room from her and wait for her reply.
"Just reading. I'm feeling a bit under the weather. Would you two be okay making dinner for the two of you. Bradley said he'd make you that soup that you like." She smiles but I know she's trying to find out if we're okay.
"Yeah, I'll figure something out." I smile.
"Okay. Well I'll be in my room. I'm going to have a sleep. Don't be afraid to come get me if you need me." She smiles and walks past me and down the hallway.
I decide right now is a good time to call Bri because I haven't talked to her much since we've got here.
The phone rings a few times and then I hear "hi! This is Bri. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you. Maybe."
"Hey Bri. I miss you tons," I say into the microphone, "things have been kind of crazy. I hope you're doing alright. Can't wait to see you and tell you all about it. Love you." I end the call and walk to the kitchen.
I stop by the sliding glass doors that lead outside. Brad is sitting on the grass, pulling a rope around his body, trying to make Jesse chase it, but she's having no part in it. She's just laying on the grass in between his legs. I can't help but laugh at his failed attempt at playing with her.
I hear the door from the garage that leads into the kitchen open and I instinctively step away from the door and act like I'm playing on my phone.
"Hey," a familiar voice surprises me.
"Oh. I thought you were Derek. Or where going to be Derek." I laugh and meet him in the kitchen.
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Fanfiction"Why did this have to happen. Why did I have to look into those big, beautiful, brown eyes. Why did I have to fall so hard in love with him? I told myself not to! I told myself over and over again that this is what would happen!"
