The Baby Between You and Me

Chapter 3: It's Yours (Stacy's POV)

"Me? Are you asking me?" I asked as I let my eyes adjust to the darkness once again. "Who do you think I'm talking to? Ofcourse you." Kris sounded arrogant. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked once again. "Well, uh.." I stuttered. I was thinking on how there's a baby waiting for him. He approached me faster than I expected. "Wait. Aren't you my neighbor?" He asked with an eyebrow raised as he stood infront of me. "Well that's right. I'm glad you know." I said satisfied. "How wouldn't I know. You were mad early this morning because you thought I was on your porch." He said. "Well that's because that was really my porch." I corrected him. Kris just rolled his eyes on. "Whatever. Clearly, you're the one who's in my porch right now." He said. "Is there something you need?" He asked. He took a step forward making me back up a little. "Could it be.. There's something you want from me?" He bit his lip like he was trying to seduce me. "No, that's not.. the case.." My heart started to beat faster. With a bang, my back hit his door. He pinned his hands on it, too. "Shh. I can give you whatever it is." He slowly leaned closer and with our lips just a centimeter apart, I told him everything he needed to know. "There's a baby!" I yelled making him stop whatever he was trying to do to me. We looked at each other in the eyes awkwardly. Kris made a fake cough and turned around. "I'm sorry. I didn't think you were pregnant." He mumbled his own words. "What?" I asked. "No, no. It's not that." I said. "I'm not pregnant." I told him. He turned around to look at me again. "Then what baby were you talking about?" He asked confused. I pointed at the basket. "There's a baby inside that basket.." I said. "And it's for you."

Kris looked at me with his eyes full of questions. But he later on laughed it out. "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked like he didn't want to believe it. "Take a look at it, I'm not lying." I said finally making him serious. He bent down and looked at the sleeping baby in the basket. He was speechless. He didn't know what to say. "But how?.." He asked. "I'm sure I never got anyone pregnant.." He talked to himself but loud enough for me to hear. And somehow, his words made me burst a syllable of laughter out. "How sure exactly are you?" I asked sarcastically. "With everything that I hear from your house, it doesn't look like this is impossible at all." I said. He got back to his posture as he continued to ponder. "Who sent this? Did you see who sent this?" He asked with a very manly tone. He started to frighten me. "No, I didn't. I just heard it crying so I checked it out. And I found out that it was yours because of a letter." I explained. "Letter? What letter?" He asked. "There's an envelope in the basket. It says 'Kris' in it." I told him. He bend down to check and he did find it. He looked at the envelope and opened it. It seemed to be something serious for he was silent as he read the letter. I was expecting him to tell me what it is all about but he just opened his door and carried the basket. "Get inside, now!" He commanded. Frightened with his voice, I entered his house and he slammed his door shut.

"Have a seat." He offered but I took my time to observe his home. It looked exactly like mine only his was a little bit messy. I sat down on his couch and watched him place the basket on the center table. "Are you sure you didn't see who placed this in my porch?" He asked. "It was me who placed it in your porch. Someone left it on mine but when I checked the letter, I found out that it was yours." I said. "Wait. You mean.. This thing is from your porch?" He asked and I nodded. "Ha! Then case solved. This isn't mine, it is yours!" He exclaimed. "But the letter.. It says 'Kris' and my name is not even Kris." I said but he pointed at me several times. "You.. You're fooling me, aren't you?" He said like he was some kind of detective. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "You're setting me up." He said. "This!" He pointed at the basket. "This is your baby. But because you can't support it, you plot this whole thing. You're making me have it instead." He said like he solved a mystery. "Well excuse me!" I stood up. "The letter says 'Kris' and the prick might have mistaken my porch as your porch because you were drunk earlier and was spotted in my porch!" I defended myself. "Save it, I'm not buying your alibis. Go on, take that thing with you and go home." He said. "But I'm not even making up stories. If I wasn't only broke and jobless, I could have taken it with me even if it was yours. I would never want something angelic be on the hands of someone like you." I said. "See! You're just proving my point. You're broke and jobless and you want me to take responsibility for it." He said.

Extremely annoyed to his behavior and words, I decided to leave. "I'm not taking anything that isn't mine. It's yours. Have it for yourself." I said then walked away. "Hey! Where are you going?" He asked but it was too late. I am already near the door and I was determined to leave. "Take this with you!" He said but I slammed the door shut. I immediately went to my house and locked the door. I dragged myself to bed in my worst mood. "How can someone be extremely that annoying!" I screamed to myself. To be honest, it was expected that he wouldn't want the baby. I mean, who does? I completely understand how he doesn't want to keep. But the fact that he thought this thing is my whole idea, my whole plot? He just went too far with it! I kicked my way in to my blanket. How can there be so much stress in just one day? I tried to calm myself because it isn't my kind to sleep with a negative energy in me. I did that breathing exercise and luckily, it worked. Not too long, my soul felt relaxed and calm and I knew it was time to sleep. Just eight seconds passed after I closed my eyes, my doorbell went ringing, and next to it was loud banging of my door. I immediately went down and made it stop. As expected, it was Kris. "What is it that you want?" I said as I opened the door. I noticed how his face looks like he was worried. He looked like something was up and that he needed someone to save him. I couldn't take that angelic puppy like eyes he had that it made me feel bad for shouting at him. "I need your help." He said.

I could have said yes immediately as soon as he asked but the devil was with me for a minute. Indeed, I would love to see him begging. I opened the door enough for him to see my whole body. I leaned my shoulder on the doorpost and folded my arms. "What even makes you think that I would lend a hand?" I asked. It was more of teasing him. "Well, because you seem to be nice and helpful.. So.. Why not?" He answered. I'm not gonna lie, that answer is pretty decent.. But still. It isn't enough to. I exhaled heavily, not knowing what to do next. I took a good look at him, in his eyes to be exact. He looked like he was really in need for help. "Fine, fine!" I said as a scratching sound in my head stop me from falling so deep in his gaze. "Just!" I yelped. "In one condition." I said. "I don't have time for this." He said. "Then, I don't have time for this either." I rolled my eyes and attempted to close the door. But he stopped me from doing so. His hands were strong that he pushed it to prevent me from closing it. "Alright! Alright! Tell me!" He said. "Tell me what it is." I grinned to what he said.

"Say sorry." I told him. "What?" He asked with an expression like he was unbelievably disgusted. "Say sorry for all those things you said earlier." I said. "You've got to be kidding me. No!" He said. Is it really that hard to do? I knew he this kind of guy but I never imagined someone can be this egotistical! "Fine then. Suit yourself." I simply said and attempted to close the door. Again, he prevented it with his hands. "Wait!" Kris yelped. "What if I'm the one who has a condition for you?" He tried to offer. "No. Sorry. I'm not interested." I replied and carried on closing the door. "You're jobless, right?" His words stunned me causing me to lose power and gave him the chance to open the door. "I have a condition for you." He mention again. "A good one." He said. "Just help me. Please." I got to admit, not hearing him apologize is upsetting. But the fact that he said 'please' will do for a bail. "Please." He repeated. Only if he was this polite every time, I would definitely like him. "What is it?" I asked and he only raised an eyebrow. "What is it that you want me to help you with?" I asked. "Follow me." Kris didn't even wait for me, he just immediately walked away. So I had to catch up with him.