Wicked Love 3 (Kyle Kuzma)

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Kyle 🏀

I sat on the couch with Violet, playing with Molly and Milo.

"Daddy?" Violet exclaimed.

"Hmm?"

"Is mama okay?" She kicks her little van covered feet up and down.

"Yeah baby girl. Mommy is okay." I reply, even though I don't know for myself. Ariana can be real secretive with stuff; she could literally be dying of kidney failure but won't tell anyone.

Shit is crazy.

Soon Ariana comes walking down the hall, sniffling. I furrow my eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I can't go on tour in July." She wiped at her eyes with the sleeves of the sweatshirt she was wearing.

"Why not?"

She fiddles with a stick in her hands. "I'm pregnant."

My eyes widen at that revelation and I watch as she sinks down to the floor, a sobbing mess.

"Mama!" Violet crawls off the couch and runs over to Ariana. "Mama don't cwy."

I lean forward on the couch with my hands covering my mouth.

Oh boy.

It's obvious the baby is mine, I'm the only one she's ever been sexually active with. Ever. In her entire life. And when we made love just under two months ago, that's the last time we ever interacted sexually.

"Ari, I'm sorry." I apologize.

She doesn't say anything and I turn to see what's the cause of her silence. She's hugging Violet to her, rubbing her back soothingly as soft tears roll down her cheeks. I think Violet is asleep.

I stand up from my spot on the couch and walk over to them. I sit next to her on the floor and lean my head against the wall. A few moments of silence go by.

"What do you want to do?" I ask, secretly hoping she doesn't say the opposite of what I'm thinking.

"I want to keep the baby." She mumbles.

I nod at that. She sighs afterwards.

"Kyle, we shouldn't have let this happen." She says.

I look over at her and she's already looking at me.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I mean, this baby would not be here if we hadn't hooked up." She said and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Winnie doesn't-"

"Ari, stop." I cut her off.

"But what about Winnie? How's she going to feel about this?" She asked.

"You're worrying about too much right now." I say.

"You're damn right I'm worrying." She exclaimed. "I got knocked up by my ex boyfriend."

I stare at her, hard. "You can't be serious right now."

She looks away from me. "Stress isn't good for the baby."

"No, it isn't. And you're making it hard simply just by not being grateful."

"I am grateful." She responded.

"Then let's get on with the pregnancy." I exclaim.

"But what about your girlfriend?" She asks.

"I will deal with that Ariana, damn." I stress.

"The last time you said you'd deal with it, the two of you started dating again." She mumbled.

She's such a wise ass, that it hurts. It really fucking hurts.

I stand up off the floor and head for the door. "I'll call you tomorrow." I mumble on the way out. I closed the door behind me, but it actually slammed.

Fucking awesome.

Soon I'm pulling into my driveway. I put the car on park and turn it off, sighing. After that, I just sit there. Thinking. You know, I've been doing a little too much thinking lately. It's time to start acting. But I'm afraid that my actions are going to have some very raw consequences. And I'm not ready for that.

"Hey." Winnie exclaimed once I entered the house. "What was the big emergency?"

"Ariana caught the stomach flew. It turned out to be a little more serious than she anticipated." I explain.

"Oh wow. What was it?" She asked.

I place my hands on my hips. "Pregnancy."

I watch as her face drains color and I immediately want to take back my previous statement. But the deed is already done; she knows.

"I-I don't know what to say Kyle." She stammered.

I shrug and go to sit on the couch. "I don't either."

She stands at the stairs, still loss for words. But she musters up the one word that's very daunting. "Congratulations."

I don't hear anymore from her because she goes upstairs. So I guess that means I can make myself comfortable right here on this couch. I'll talk to her tomorrow to see where we're at in terms of this relationship and my new list of daddy duties.

Imagine being stuck between two women, that you love very much. One is tweaking because she doesn't like that your past relationship is better than what could be now. And the other one is not only the mother of one of your children, she is now the mother of two. The crazy thing about it is...I just know she's going to put me through a lot more hell than she did with Violet.

If anything, her motto is that this baby shouldn't be here. But she's also making it known that she's going to keep the baby. I don't know if it's going to be for my sake or hers, but she's making a very generous decision by going through with the pregnancy. Her life is now put on hold because she's caring for another child. A child that needs 24/7 attention just like the first one.

I grunt as I lay down on the couch. I stare up at the ceiling and just let everything run through my head. Discussing the relationship with my current girlfriend. Being there for my ex-girlfriend while she carries my child for the next 7 months. Sometimes I wonder if I'm cut out for all the shit I've put myself through in the last few years. Like...what the fuck am I gaining from all of this?

And if I'm being brutally honest, I really wish things could go back to the way they were. Things were much more simpler then.

If I didn't think I was caught up in a web before, I sure as hell am now.

Y'all, it's 5AM where I'm at. I was literally half dead writing this chapter (even though it was halfway written). Sorry for how short it is. Enjoy though. Next chapter coming soon.