Wicked Love 3 (Kyle Kuzma)

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Thursday, June 17th, 2021
(y'all, this is my 21st Birthday 😮)

Ariana 💕

I woke up at 4AM today, and threw my guts up. When Dr. Smith said this pregnancy was going to be different, she meant that. And so far she's been right. But other than that, I'm good....I think.

Right now I'm laying in the bed, curled up at Kyle's side. He was rubbing my back and leaving soft kisses on my forehead, while I was in and out of sleep. It's currently going on 5:30AM and I'm still finding it hard to sleep.

"Was it like this with Vi?" Kyle asked after a while, still rubbing my back.

I shake my head. "No."

I listen to him sigh. He thinks he's the cause of this sickness. I mean...he is partly responsible. But this is normal during pregnancy. Every pregnancy is different.

"Don't be so hard on yourself about this Kyle. This pregnancy was bound to be a little more difficult than the first. Look at it like this, it could just be a sign of gender." I exclaim.

He looks down at me and I nod.

"A boy?" He asks.

I shrug. "Might be."

He smiles. "I would love for them to be a boy."

"I'm sure you would. So you both can get on my nerve." I roll my eyes.

He chuckles because he knows I'm right. Him and that boy, if that's what we're having, are going to drive me nuts. And if he comes out looking like Kyle, I'm fucked. I'll be a little upset because it's a pattern now; he stresses me out on purpose because he wants them to come out looking like him.

"What you thinking about?" He broke me from my thoughts.

"How you purposely stress me out during pregnancy." I say.

"What? Why do you say that?" He exclaimed.

"Because you want them to come out looking like you." I huff.

"They're gonna look like me anyway." He gloats. "They came from my sperm."

"If this baby ends up looking like you, we're never having more kids." I say.

"That's foul." He said. "We gotta at least try again for one to come out looking exactly like you."

I furrow my eyebrows.

"That's only if you want to try for another." He spits out quickly.

I giggle and wrap my arms around his torso. "It'll be okay Kyle."

"Is this your way of saying you don't want to have anymore kids with me?" He looks down at me.

"Is that what it sounds like?" I grin.

"Uh...yah!" He gives me a 'duh' look.

I leave a kiss on his bare chest. "We'll see what happens."

He places his chin on top of my head, wrapping his arms around me firmly. I smile against his chest, before finally being able to fall asleep again.

*****

When I wake up, I notice that Kyle isn't beside me. Before I can attempt to do anything, he's walking into the room with Violet in front of him and a tray in his hands. I furrow my eyebrows and smile when Violet comes over to my side of the bed. I pick her up and sit her in my lap, kissing her cheek.

She turns to face Kyle as he places the tray onto the bed beside me. I look down at the display of food; scrambled eggs, toast and bacon. A bowl of mixed fruit; strawberries, grapes, watermelon, and a glass of orange juice.