PARIS | Kylian Mbappe

69 | The Past Returns

"VAMOS!! (COME ON!!)", I suddenly heard Kylian scream as I yelped when he jumped from the balcony and landed straight in the pool. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"You idiot!", I scolded as he came up to the surface of the water looking at me with a big grin on his face. "I thought you were angry at me!".

He laughed winking at me as he swam closer to my legs holding on to them as I finished off my wine, "Never", he said.

"But you did wet me and the speaker", I chuckled looking at the soaking wet speaker which was somehow still playing as I reached for the wine to refill my glass before he yanked the bottle out my hand. "What's up?".

"One glass is enough, did you forget your pregnant?", he said putting the wine down and looking up at me. Would I be a bad person to say yes the pregnancy does still my mind occasionally as it's so early on? "How far along are you now? 2 months?".

I looked down and nodded slowly, the secret was, as much as I was excited for this I always put off talking about it because I wasn't really sure what I wanted and I'm not sure if this is what Kylian needed. He was at the beginning of his career, he had so much pressure on him and adding a baby into the mix with a girl he has known less than a year was not going to help anything. "What's up?", he said holding onto my thighs as he looked at me with a worried expression.

I sighed, looking at him before bringing my hand up to stroke his face. How has a baby not phased him. "Do you want this baby?".

I felt my heart race a little, I was getting to the raw stuff that I could tell we both felt a little sensitive about. When he looked up away and didn't answer it confirmed what I thought. He wasn't ready, and neither was I. "Listen Sav, I-". My head filled with thoughts as I frowned moving his hands away from me and cut him off.

"Oh god", I whispered to myself. I was in this alone. I can't get rid of a unborn baby, it's just not right. I'll have to raise the child on my own, no dad. I'll have to work my ass off day and night to afford to pay for it. How stupid was I to spring a baby on Kylian like this, he doesn't want it he has made that very clear and-

"Sav, stop it", he suddenly sternly said seeing me getting worked up. "Your overthinking and I don't know why. I'm not going to lie, I'm not exactly jumping for joy at the fact I've got you pregnant but I would never leave you on your own in this. I know we are young but we created this baby together so let's raise it together".

"Really?", I whispered looking at him as he grabbed my hands.

He nodded, softly smiling at me. "Oui (Yes). Even if we are not together now or never end up together in this future (which I hope we do), I'm still going to stick around for the baby, I'd be a shitty person if I didn't".

I raised an eyebrow. "You are only sticking around so you don't look like a shitty person?", I teased.

"Shut up you know what I mean", he said splashing my dry body with water as I did the same to him.

"That did literally nothing I'm already wet", he sniggered as I shook my head before I felt myself be fully engulfed with water.

I yelped rising to the surface of the pool. "Kylian!", I scolded as he looked at me laughing. "My hair!".

"My hair!", he mimicked in a high pitch voice waving his hands about. "Don't be a priss, it's a bit of water".

"Actually chlorine is very bad for my hair", I said a little cockily before he splashed me again, a smirk on his face. Obviously I was not mad at him but damn, I did hate chlorine in my hair. "Do you honestly want me to drown you?".