Kylie Jenner love story ❤️

Chapter 13

Y/n POV

As I drove over to her place, my mind was racing. Her voice on the phone was so shaky, so full of something I couldn't quite place. Worry? Fear? All I knew was that something was off, and it had me on edge. I couldn't help but run through a million scenarios in my head. What could it be? Was she mad at me? Did something happen?

I tried to keep my cool as I turned onto her street, but a knot of unease tightened in my stomach. She never sounded like that unless something major was happening, and I wasn't sure I was ready to hear whatever it was. Still, I had to be there for her, no matter what.

When I finally parked and walked up to her door, I knocked and waited. The seconds felt like hours. Then the door creaked open, and there she was, standing in front of me, looking more vulnerable than I'd ever seen her. Her eyes were puffy like she'd been crying, and I immediately felt my chest tighten.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked, stepping inside and pulling her into a hug. I could feel the tension in her body as she wrapped her arms around me, and that only made my concern grow.

She pulled back, avoiding my eyes as she gestured for us to sit on the couch. My heart started pounding. Whatever this was, it wasn't good.

"Babe, you're scaring me," I said gently, reaching for her hand. "What's going on?"

She sat there for a moment, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her sweater. I could see the internal battle going on in her head, the way her eyes darted around like she was searching for the right words. I waited, trying to be patient, but the worry was gnawing at me.

Then, finally, she spoke.

"I'm pregnant."

Her words hit me like a freight train. My brain struggled to process it like I had misheard her or something. Pregnant? She was pregnant? I stared at her, trying to make sense of it all.

"You... you're pregnant?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her eyes filling with tears as she looked at me, and suddenly, the weight of what she was saying sunk in. She was carrying my baby. Our baby. A flood of emotions surged through me—shock, fear, excitement, everything all at once. I didn't even know what to feel at first.

"I took the test last night," she explained softly. "And it came back positive. I didn't know how to tell you..."

I leaned back, running my hand through my hair, trying to gather my thoughts. This was huge. I mean, I knew we'd talked about having kids someday, but we weren't expecting this. Not now.

"I'm not going to lie, this is... huge," I said, my voice quiet as I looked at her. "I mean, I didn't think we were here yet, you know?"

"I know," she whispered, tears falling freely now. "I didn't either. I'm scared, Y/N. I don't know what to do. I need to know where you stand. If you're not ready... I understand."

I watched her wipe away her tears, her vulnerability laid bare in front of me. My heart ached to see her like that, so unsure of how I would react. And in that moment, I realized something—despite the shock, despite the fear, I wasn't scared of being a parent. What scared me was the idea of her thinking I wouldn't be there for her or our baby.

I reached out, gently cupping her cheek and wiping away a tear with my thumb. "I'm scared too," I admitted. "But I love you. And if we're doing this... we're doing this together."

Her eyes widened as she searched my face for sincerity, and when she saw it, relief washed over her. She let out a shaky breath, and before I knew it, she was in my arms, sobbing softly into my chest. I held her close, my hand rubbing slow circles on her back, trying to calm her down.