Life With Cobain

Packing

Today's the day. Kurt's leaving for Seattle.  Leaving Aberdeen. Going to fufill his lifetime wish. I wake up early, so I decide to pack for him. I know he'll forget something, so if I pack, he would be less likely to forget something. I grab the little black suitcase from the wardrobe, placing it on the floor. I then proceed to placing his clothes inside it. I get his holey Tom sweater, his oversized red striped sweater, his holey jeans and his patched up jeans. I basically their whatever I can find in. I pack some painkillers, just in case. Surprisingly, we haven't found the cause of his stomach pain. The doctors can't find anything that will help him. We've tried so many different medicines. None of them work. The painkillers are the best we've got. I really hope he gets better though. He doesn't deserve what he's been through.

After I finish packing Kurt's clothes, I make my way to the kitchen. I'm hungry as hell. I skim through the fridge, feeling for a big breakfast. I've been mega hungry lately, constantly eating. My body wants food, not my mind. I'm just eating and eating. I'll probably get fat. A sudden tingling in my chest has me sprinting to the bathroom. I bend down, and spew into the toilet. It's disgusting. I hate throwing up. I've been throwing up in the mornings a lot recently. I think I have a flu or something. I hear shuffling, and then footsteps. Kurt.

"Baby? You okay?" He asks. I can hear the worry in his voice. I feel bad about yesterday when I hear how worried he is.

Flashback

I'm sitting on the sofa, flicking through the channels on the cable. Kurt is in the kitchen, looking for something to cook.

"Hey, Robin? What do you want to eat?" He asks, turning around. I sigh.

"I don't know! Just make something!" I growl. He asks too many questions.

"Okay! Jeez," he mumbles.

"I heard that!" How rude! "Kurt, you're so fucking annoying sometimes!"

"I'm sorry," he apologises, coming over to the sofa. He leans towards me, but I move back.

"Leave me alone," I grumble. He looks down, and shuffles further away from me. I see how sad he looks and move closer to him.

"I'm sorry," I mutter, trailing a train of kisses down his neck. He hesitates before leaning in to my touch. "You know I love you." He nods and kisses me passionately.

"Yeah," he breathes out.

I kick the door closed with my foot. I don't want him seeing me like this, throwing up in the toilet. I spew again. Ugh. Last night's pizza.

"No, don't come in!" I call.

"Okay, now I'm worried," he says. "I want to come in. Is it your...um...time of the month again?" Aww, I can practically see him blushing. Kurt always gets embarrassed when I talk about girl stuff. Like bra size.

Actually, thinking about it, it is. I flush the toilet, brush my teeth, and make my way towards the bedroom.

"One minute, Kurt." I check my diary. Turns out I was supposed to start five days ago...I gasp. Shit.

I think I'm pregnant.

I almost fall backwards. It all adds up. The morning sickness, excessive eating, mood swings and now this. How could we be so stupid? I, for one, am not ready to be a mother. I don't know about Kurt, but I can't deal with a baby right now. I'm working in McDonald's for Christ's sake! Plus I'm only twenty-one. But at the same time, it makes me excited. The thought of me with a little baby warms my heart. Sure, it would be hard, but it would be ours. We would be a family.

Kurt walks in the room, and sits down next to me on the bed.

"What's wrong, Robin?" He asks, worry creasing his face. I sigh. What will he say?

"Kurt, I think I'm pregnant," I blurt out. His ocean blues eyes widen with shock, glued to me. They flash down to my stomach, then back up to my face. He recovers from his shock and hugs me tightly.

"You know I love you. And if you are pregnant, I'll be there for you," he murmurs into my hair. Relief washes through me. That's so sweet of him. I love him even more than I thought I could. He places a gentle, lingering kiss on my lips, making my toes curl in my shoes. I then remember he's leaving today.

"But... But what about Nirvana? And Seattle?"

"Of course, I'll have to sort them out, but I'll still see baby. Right?" I nod and smile. I'll keep the baby then. If there is one growing inside me.

Surprise, motherfucker! Oh. Shit! Didn't expect that, did ya? Hehe, didn't think so. Exciting huh? Huh? So, how're Kurt and Robin gonna manage a kid? Long distance relationship? So many damn questions! I have an idea. It may be shit, but oh well. Thank you MelCobain! I love you! Thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks x100,000,000,000,000 & infinity! Really appreciate it, you're an absolute star! And thank you for being a dedicated reader. I know the chapters get little booorrriiinnng! Might be a long wait for the next chapter, stuck. Fuck writers' block! Hehe. Love yall. Peace!

-XYouAin'tGotShitOnMeX

I know, great name.