Intersex (Mpreg) [COMPLETE]

Chapter 34.

My eyes burned as they filled with tears of frustration. Could I live with them? Was that something I would be able to handle? I stirred in my bed that night. Smith wouldn't stop kicking and moving inside me, simply not allowing me to sleep or relax. Every so often he would kick my ribs or bladder and I'd let out a pained yelp or groan. He seemed to be just as troubled as me. The signals rang in my ear as I waited for Hannah to pick up her phone. Beep after beep after beep. Smith wouldn't stop twirling. His movements felt like waves and pokes inside. It was cute, but it was getting seriously annoying.

"Will you please stop doing aerobics inside me?" I grumbled and poked my stomach. The response I got was another kick to my ribcage. Smith was definitely about to inherit my personality. Parenting was about to be a real bitch. Maybe living with Jayden and Kennedy would be for the better.

"Sup, twink!" Hannah slurred in my ear. I groaned. The background noise was horrible and I could smell her alcoholic breath even though she wasn't anywhere near me. Just the thought made me nauseous since I knew exactly what drunk Hannah smelt like.

"I'm hanging up..." I grumbled. Whenever Hannah got drunk, she became a clingy, oversharing mess with a nasty habit of laughing at all the wrong times. She alone could make as much noise as an entire frat house. Brian and Hannah would make the most wonderful, catastrophe pair. A mischievous stoner and a party drunk who both liked to listen to music at max volume. What could go wrong? I sighed heavily. Despite their many flaws, I still loved them.

"Why'd'ya call? Everythin' okie dokies?" She laughed sleepily. I wanted to facepalm. I might as well go talk to a brick wall.

"Should I move in with Jayden and Kennedy?" Rule number one of talking to drunk people: Get straight to the point.

"Have the-"

"They're looking around a house in town." Rule number two: answer the questions you know they're about to ask.

"I dunno man..." she mumbled absentmindedly. The music was pounding in the background, giving me a headache. I couldn't begin to imagine the hangover Hannah would have in the morning. "I mean... they're cool n' all but like... you're like... a loner kinda..."

"What would you have done?"

Hannah hiccuped and murmured something I couldn't make out. "I would'a fucked em... like... like really fucked them... you could like... get dick every morning, dude..."

Rule number three of talking to drunk people: don't talk to drunk people.

"Thanks..." I muttered. "Bye." I put my phone on my nightstand and turned to my side. Smith was still flipping around, punching away at my ribs. He reminded me a bit of Corey's baby sister, Maple. How come all children thought it was fun to hurt me? To punch and kick me?

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Would being alone ever feel less lonely? I wasn't alone, technically. Smith was there, but he was only awake when I was trying to rest. But Smith's presence didn't exactly help when I was home alone. Sure, he was there, but I was still alone, laying on the couch in silence as I stared at the feeling.

What had life been like before Jayden stormed in? I barely remembered. It had been Kennedy, Brian and I. No overflow of baby clothes and no sudden plans to move. Maybe if I had gotten an abortion. If I hadn't thrown up the plan-b pill. If I hadn't fought with Kennedy and gone to Jayden's party. If I hadn't accepted the ride home when Jayden invited me to that party. If I hadn't fallen asleep in Mrs Taraha's class. Maybe if I didn't have insomnia. I curled my toes in my socks and tucked them away in between the couch cushions. As much as I had stared really loving Smith, I just didn't want Jayden and Kennedy constantly stepping on my heels. Just like every other relationship I'd even been in, I was starting to feel seriously trapped, suffocated. The only attraction I felt was physical. Nothing about either of them really called to me emotionally. Maybe there was something wrong with me. As if being gay and intersexual wasn't enough. And fucking pregnant for that matter. What a joke. It was unfair.