Strength And Stability

Fate Isn't Always A Bad Thing

So, I'm sorryyy but Dwayne's name has got to go because then it's like a fan fic or alternate reality of his life and a little too real lol so the character is still Dwayne Johnson, his name now is Axel. 😂 I hate myself and you probably do now too. I will correct the other chapters. Anyway ✨🙈

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Kendall pov

Mom was leaned back on the doctor's exam table, blue jelly on her stomach. The doctor started sliding the ultrasound probe, trying to find the heartbeat. I was on the edge of my seat, so excited to hear my new little sibling's heartbeat that would make things feel so real.

A heartbeat is always what signals life. That's the indicator that something has it's own existence, and they are their own being. I sat in anticipation, tapping my foot. Come on...

"Does it normally take this long to find a heartbeat?" I asked impatiently. "Kendall." Mom chided. I shrugged in self defence. Why is it taking so long...

"I'm so sorry, but the fetus's heart is no longer beating."

Beep! Beep! Beep! The machine called out with warning. "No!!" I screamed. "It can't be real! Try again!"

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I rolled over, shutting my alarm off. "Shut the frick up." I growled at the inanimate object. Feeling dampness on my tanktop, I looked at my underarms and saw that there were circles of sweat on the fabric.

I got up and went to my bathroom, starting the shower. Shedding my clothes, I got into the steamy water, trying to shake the bad feeling that my dream gave me.

I'm being ridiculous, I told myself. There is nothing wrong with mom. I can't stress myself about something and be irrational when there has been nothing to indicate a problem with her pregnancy. 'Exept those sharp pains she was having, remember those?' My brain nagged.

I pushed the thoughts aside, pouring shampoo into my hand. I've got to stop. Until I have proof of an issue, I will no longer think about that stupid dream.

Finishing up my shower, I got out and toweled myself off, heading to my closet to pick out an outfit for school. Yep, it's monday already.

The sound of knocking interrupted my overall thoughts of annoyance.

"Kendall? You up?" Mom's voice called through the door.

"Yeah I'm getting ready." I said as I yanked on a hoodie and grabbed matching leggings, sitting down to slip those on.

"Okay, I have a breakfast burrito for you downstairs."

"Thanks mom, you're the best."

"It's only my job honey." She retorted playfully as her voice faded away from my door.

I slipped on black Balenciagas and grabbed my backpack off my shelf.

["Yes, the ones that look like socks, and no I don't have rocks in my watch. I don't even have a watch."] = My conversation with every kid at school who sees my shoes and decides to make a cliché comment about the Cardi B song.

Always followed by an immature smirk and, "Do you like it like that?" Eye roll. Yes I clearly do Karen seeing how I'm wearing Balenciagas.

I take the stairs 2 at a time, rounding the corner and getting into the kitchen where Mom was stirring her coffee.

"Morning. Thanks for breakfast." I bit into the burrito, moaning at the cheesy eggs and sausage. Her eyes widened just a fraction.

"Well you... apparently are liking that breakfast burrito." She dramatically slurped her drink, hiding a smirk. "Yeah, it's the best I've ever had. So long and f-"