Love her, Save her, Don't Die. [A Mortal Kombat Romance Fanfiction]

Chapter 7- I love her, but is it enough?

Playlist for chapter 7:

1. Because of You by Kelly Clarkson

2. Unstable by Adema

3. The last song I'm Wasting on you by Evanescence

4. Orestes/Pet by A Perfect Circle

5. A Place For My Head/Runaway by Linkin Park

6. Love the way you lie by Eminem Ft. Rihanna

7. I'm so Sick by Flyleaf

8. Face Down by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

9. Say Goodbye/Falling Inside the Black/Rebirthing by Skillet.

Elements in this chapter: Reunion, abuse, love, drama, magic, pregnancy, anger, pain, blood, suicide (mentioned) death (mentioned). 

Kitana's P.O.V.

It felt so great to see them all again! I couldn't express the joy I felt when I saw their faces. In the three months that I left school, Daegon and I decided to live in the HOPT, because I can't do Kombat for a while. We've been working on how to keep the baby okay, and got some money for the crib and other baby stuff thanks to Mom and Dad. I even made friends with some other girls who are pregnant as well: Jackie and Sophie. Sophie's at the near end of her third trimester, and Jackie is in her second, and I'm in the middle of my third trimester. We've been going to Lamaze classes, and working out, which is really good for the baby, as long as we don't induce labor.

"Oh my gosh," I said, "It feels like ages!" I squeezed them.

"Kitana, sweetheart," Carly said, in that warm, New Orleans accent. Oh, how I missed it. "You're kind of crushing us."

"Oh," I released them from my hold. "What are you guys doing out here in this cold hallway? Come in, Come in." I gestured them inside me and Daegon's new residence: A bunk bed with red and black blankets and two pillows on both beds, a window, slightly cracked open on the left side with sky blue curtains, a bathroom on the far right, the light still on. Right across the window, a desk with a laptop and a calender with stickers of baby-related stuff posted on the wall, a crib a few feet away from the bed, color of cream and roses. Two dressers: One for the baby's clothes, diapers and things/changing table, and one for me and Daegon's clothes. A TV on the wall. Along with a sliding door closet.

"So," Marshall said, digging one of his hands into his pockets, "When are you due?"

"Somewhere around September." I replied, meeting his gaze, and patting my stomach. "The doctor said he'd be born somewhere around my birthday, or a week after."

"Good, good." He kicked his shoe amongst the carpet. "How does it feel . . . not being in school?"

"Not so great," I shake my head. "They're teaching me stuff about the baby here—which is good—but I want to go back to school." It feels good to see him, to hear that beautiful voice of his. Damn, I just want to wrap myself around him and kiss the hell—

"Kit," Lacey said, pointing to my stomach, snapping me back to reality. "With that belly in the way, you can't fight in Mortal Kombat, so I can see why this is a safe haven.."

That completely slipped my mind. "Oh, the tournaments! I forgot it was last Friday. Who won?"

"Kano. Darn Australian with that laser eye. I wonder how he got that."

"Probably lost it from Scorpion's chain: GET OVER HERE!" Carly shouted, grinning, and we all erupted in laughter.

My eyes went to the objects in their hands. "Oh, I see you've brought gifts." I said, slightly smiling at what they brought. I placed the sushi on the table, and giggled at the hot fudge, probably Carly's idea after hearing my cravings about Sushi dipped in chocolate. It is surprisingly /not/ bad. But I see Lacey told the chef to replace the fish in the sushi with little pieces of sausage, because I can't have fish while pregnant. I don't know why, but I can't have some types of fish. Which sucked, because I LOVE fish. I stared at the CD of the school band, and at Marshall's gift. The stem was pinched between my finger and thumb, and I stare at the red and black rose for what seemed like eternity. It meant mourning love. He was mourning for me. He said "I'll be okay." when I decided to make my sacrifice. Those words still burned into my mind, engraved when it was the last time I'd ever see him again. I don't know if, right now, he's bottling up his feelings, or he is "okay." I didn't even know what that was anymore.