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The small stick on the counter told her all she needed to know. She was pregnant with Kim's son or daughter and she was gonna be a mommy in less than 9 months. She was thrilled and if Kim wasn't there, she would've be celebrating around the house. Screaming that she was finally pregnant. But, she wanted to keep it a secret a bit longer, because she wanted to find a cute and special way to tell Kim.
But, know what, fuck it. Y/n grabbed the test and went to go find Kim, who should've been in the living room, but found her by the front door, talking to someone. "Baby, there you are I-" she stops when she sees a delivery guy with flowers in his arms.
"Oh, hi. Who are those for?"
"Babe, go, I'll take care of this." Kim interrupts her, but Y/n shakes her head and looks at the tired delivery guy.
"Kim Kardashian from Kanye West."
"Of course. Know what, send them back to him and tell him to shove them up his ass and too leave my wife alone." She slams the door in the poor guys face, before stalking away.
"Oh my God, Y/n!"
"No! You were suppose to tell him to stop because it made me feel uncomfortable!"
"Well it's sweet, and I can't tell him to stop, he does what he wants."
"Of course it's sweet, it's flowers. And what, if I sent flowers to my ex-girlfriend you'd be okay with it?"
Kim just rolls her eyes and huffs, "it's not the same Y/n. Him and I were married for a long time."
"And you don't expect us to be together for a long time?"
"What? Of course I want us to be together for a long time, I want us together forever."
"Then please, tell me what it would look like if I or I sent flowers to my ex nearly everyday."
"Y/n, it's not like that..."
"Bull fucken shit Kim!" Y/n yells, but takes a deep breath. "He still loves you, and I understand that, but you need to tell him to stop sending flowers to you." It's quiet for a while, before Kim talks.
"No." That response shocks Y/n.
"No? Why not? Kim, you're my wife now, not his."
"It's sweet Y/n."
"Who fucken cares if it's sweet! He's not.your husband anymore. He left that right when he cheated on you. But you know what, if you want flowers from a cheater, then go ahead and take them, because I won't be here to stop you." She quickly turns, walking up to their bedroom and slamming the door.
She quickly packs a few bags. Collecting the important things before leaving. And sadly, Kim doesn't follow after her, which hurts Y/n more than she though was possible.
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Y/n rents an apartment and does her best to not think of Kim, but it's nearly impossible when her stomach reminds her that Kim's baby is inside her.
At first, when she's about four months she's barely showing, and as she becomes bigger and bigger, she's able to hide her growing stomach behind sweatshirts thanks to the growing cold weather. But she should've always been paying attention to her surrounding because her worst fear comes to light when Twitter blows up with the news that she's pregnant. She just hopes that it'll all blow over before the sisters find out, and then Kim find out.
But, Kim does. When Khloe calls her and basically tells her Y/n's pregnant, sending her the pictures and link by text. Kim is pissed of course. How could Y/n keep such a big thing from her? It was her baby too, she had every right to know.
Somehow, Kim finds Y/n's new home and shows up as Y/n's leaving. "You're pregnant." Kim states, looking at Y/n protruding belly. Y/n rolls her eyes, not bothering to reply and pushing past her, but Kim gently takes her hand, and gently pushes her back against the wall.
"We need to talk, please."
"No. You made it clear when you told me it was sweet that you were getting flowers from your ex-husband that was still in love with you. If you find it sweet, then go back to that cheating bastard and stay out of my life."
"That's my baby too. They have my DNA Y/n."
"Sadly.." she mumbles, gently rubbing her swollen belly.
"Y/n, please.." Kim pleads, wanting to just talk with her. "I know. I know what I said was fucked up, but don't I deserve to be a mom to this baby. To even know about this baby?"
Y/n stares at Kim before looking away. "Her.." she whispers, "it's a girl. And I have an appointment right now, she you can go too or-"
"We can take my car." Y/n looks at Kim, knowing she won't take no as an answer.
"Fine.." she reluctantly agrees. It doesnt take long until they're on the way to the doctors, Y/n looking out the window as Kim drives, the car filled with awkward silence.
"Can we talk, please?"
"I don't know, can we?"
"Y/n..." Kim sighs, looking at her as they stop at a stop light. "What can I do to make us right?"
"Go back in time and tell Kanye to stop sending flowers, no matter how sweet it is." Kim sends her an unimpressed look, so Y/n sighs. "I don't know... I know I still love you though. You're still my wife and I know I can't do this alone, no matter how much I wanted too."
As the light turns green, Kim slowly moves through the intersection, and silence returns to the car. "When I told the family you and I split, Kanye showed up to the house and basically tried to kiss me. But I told him no, that I didn't love him like that anymore and that he needed to stop because I will always love you. He got mad and said I was throwing off mixed signals before leaving. So, you're right, you always have been. Please come home. I want to raise this baby together, be mommies together. I miss you, Y/n.."
Y/n looks at Kim, before nodding and gently taling her hand. "Yes, but we go slow okay?"
"Whatever you need." Kim gives her a gentle smile, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, hoping they'll be good before the baby comes.
