sitting with you and i'm glowing , kyle

[bailey hart]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #8D0000 solid, bTable] WE'RE SMILING BUT WE'RE CLOSE TO TEARS even after all these years, 2e just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#A36954; color: #000;]the result was in and the verdict was hard to believe, but it was true. the girl was with a child now, a child in her own right who was stuck between the stages of a young adult with no wild side and an adult who was about to have another life to take care of. she shook her head and chucked the test into the trashcan while walking out of the bathroom, but two steps out the door and her stomach flipped with the leftover chicken not satisfying the little life and she was running for the sink, emptying her stomach and reaching for the knobs to flush it all down the drain. her eyes were screwed shut, clenching them tightly as she let out a loud sob that caused a knock to come to the door and a soft voice reached her ears, one of her little sister, bailey…you okay? asked the voice and bailey nodded but was unable to actually form the words for a moment. the girl was far from fine, as the shakiness was not ceasing and she always knew how to paint a picture for her siblings when things were going wrong as she did not want them to have this illusion that hope died in her a long time ago. ”y…yep..”

[/b] she finally choked out, coughing and spitting into the sink and finishing the last of her chicken to go down the drain with a flick of the faucet knobs. sighing softly, she shook her head and tried to recall even having the time to have sex with a male that would obviously lead to the life that was growing in her—it was biology. school and work clouded her mind as well as the large chores that needed to be done around the house but no memories of sex came to mind and it confused her as she ran a hand through her hair. it had been nine weeks since she had slept with kyle and his name was even an after-thought at this moment in time as she splashed some water onto her face and rinsed her mouth. the test was not going to lie and she figured that the doctor would give her the same answer, that yes, she was pregnant. thoughts of the alternative had left her mind instantly as the girl could not imagine the child being raised by another or not being raised at all—it was already a life in bailey’s eyes.

with a hand covering her mouth as she exited the front door, her woes reflecting in the final slam of the door. bailey found that the fresh air of the night was something that had been desperately needed and she found her shaky demeanor begin to die down along with her racing heart. ”shit shit shit!”[/b], she cursed loudly and loudly, her head tilted up to stare at the sky as though it was all of the cluds fault for her being with a child now. she knew it was her fault, it was completely her doing and her own actions and this was the consequence, or blessing, bailey was unsure of which one at this moment. she had to tell her mother at some point and could see the way that conversation was going to go already and it was nothing but south at this point. her mother was still in her stage of depression, having falling back into the lull only two weeks after having pulled out of it but that was the longest duration of happiness that bailey had seen and now it was ruined once more. her mother had no smile on her face and hardly saw the light of day anymore due to the need to be by herself and under the covers. along with school and raising her siblings, bailey had been getting little sleep and she knew that was bad for a baby. this entire situation was bad for a baby and she had no idea when she turned into her mother but the feeling was certaintly there now. she was meant to be happy about being a mother but not in this life, not in her skin and with how far south things were going. she was going nowhere fast and seemed to be dragging another life with her in this case. sighing softly, she rushed a hand through her hair and the tug of the folicals seemed to have illuminated the lightbulb in her head because she suddenly gasped, hand covering her mouth again and shaking her head while dropping onto a nearby bench. she recalled the last time that she had sex, who it was with and who the father was and bailey was speechless in her thoughts.

she knew that she had to tell him but was this a good time? reaching for her phone, bailey realized that she had never gotten his number in the one night stand morning or the encounter that they had that had been nothing but awkward and uncomfortable. had she really showed signs that long ago? the tired, the all-around ill feeling that rocked her in the beginning of the day and in intervals throughout the rest of the day, and the irritable mood swings which was something that her siblings took the brunt of as bailey had to be their disciplinary and she had blown little things far out of proportion then intended and with no justification in her own mind. it all made sense now and bailey found her feet moving under her without really having any thought process for what she was about to do, the campus came into view moments later and with it, old memories rising out of the cloud of confusion, she remembered the route that her and kyle had taken in their drunken embrace after the party and bailey, now, took the same route. she found herself at his door, staring at it for a moment before moving to press her back into wall that it was attached to and began sliding down until her backside reached the floor. with a grumble, she extended her arm out and pounded a fist into the wooden door, listening to the sound of shuffling before the light from his room brightened the rather dim hallway. glancing up at him, she was unsure if he saw her, and finally cleared her throat, ”down here.”[/b] she said rather calmly before looking away and staring down the long empty corridor, taking a moment to form a plan[/div][/center]

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[kyle foster]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] kyle foster "the worst things in life come free" studying? who had time to study in university? who wanted to study in university? who needed to study in university? ...oh yeah, he did. for one of those counts, at least. there would be quite the blowup if he ended up failing even one of his classes miserably. kyle liked partying as much as any other student, they were how he mainly spent his weekends, but in order to spend that time each saturday night drinking it up with friends (and often suffering the consequences on sunday mornings) he had to put in some extra time during the week. that was what he'd been doing today, after realizing that he really couldn't remember anything from a certain class over the last week he had hit the books immediately after arriving in his dorm, not planning on putting them down until it was time for a long-time-planned late night basketball game on an illuminated court with some of his buddies to give himself a bit of a break. kyle had never been a genius student. in high school, in some classes, he had been the student that others had wondered if he would be graduating with them or not. he would be the first to admit that he had never put in his full effort into schooling, mainly that was the case in high school, though. university had forced him to clean up his act so that he would have a good future and, after taking a little while to learn good studying habits, he was now fairly consistant at getting what he would consider good grades, especially when his friends so often complained of sixties. every day he got through, ever test he didn't fail, was one step closer to a real job, being in the real world, and finally finishing with schooling. he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't eager for that. his friends and family older than himself claimed that these were the best years of his life, but kyle was willing to step into something new. with twenty minutes on the clock before he was supposed to meet the guys, kyle shut his heavy textbook with a sigh and moved to replace it on the shelf in his bedroom, cleaning up the table of his papers and notes. he was about to put on his shoes and head off to the basketball court, which was only a short drive away, when a pounding on the door called his attention. the jacket that he had been in the process of putting on was dropped to the nearest chair as he crossed the room in quick strides, unlocking the door and pulling it open to see... no one? ”down here." he pushed his head out further into the hallway, looking to the side to see bailey heart slumped on the floor. despite only having met her a few times before, those meetings were rather... memorable, enough so that he remembered her name and the ever-so-excited way that she had shared it with him on the first night that they'd met. "bailey," his tone was surprised, of course. he hadn't really been expecting any more casual encounters with the girl, it was a huge campus and a huge student population, after all. a moment later he found his usual humor, a teasing grin turning his lips, "you just couldn't stay away, huh?" he glanced over his shoulder inside his dorm, where his jacket was loosely slung over a chair... the guys would understand if he was a bit late, right? "a couch or a chair is probably more comfortable than the ground. besides, who knows what sorts of messes that carpet's seen through the years... want to come in and tell me what's up?" Tags: bailey <3 | Words: enough | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: In their own line

[bailey hart]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #8D0000 solid, bTable] WE'RE SMILING BUT WE'RE CLOSE TO TEARS even after all these years, 2e just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#A36954; color: #000;]how could they have been so careless? that was the question that should have been wrapped around her mind but it wasn’t, the thought of how could this have happened had replaced the obvious question with yet another that could easily be answered—a one night stand was how it happened. she had gone to a party, drank too much and lost all of her inhabitation in a matter of hours and woke up the next morning with a devilishly handsome man next to her with a wit to match and bailey was at a loss for words as she tried to sneak out of the apartment without being caught. her phone had been blown up by texts and missed calls from concerned friends and her siblings but bailey was more concerned about getting out that the thought of searching for that little plastic cover had not even crossed her mind. hazy was the memory of the night but the morning was crystal clear as was the pain of the hangover that she had suffered, but they had used protection, right? shaking her head while she made her way to his dorm, her coat now zipped up and held her warmth in while shielding her body from the cold of mother nature. she was conflicted, stopping every couple steps and looking ridiculous with her second thoughts of going to the male’s dorm and interrupting his night to give him the news that he was to be a father. bailey was certain that kyle was the sperm donor, and would remain to be such if that’s all he wanted but she knew what it was like to not be without a father and would not let the child growing within her know that pain. sighing, the floor of the dorm hallway looked more inviting than the door that was infront of her and she knocked on it without a moment of hesitation until the knock reflected in her mind and she flinched to the sound, sighing softly with a shake of her head. she honestly hated to be the herald of the bad news but she had to tell him, he had to know and it was only right that he was given the information from her mouth rather than informing him through sheer sight of her soon to be swollen belly. the campus was large but when attempting to avoid someone, it appeared tinier than a grain of salt to bailey and she knew that their paths would cross when she least expected it, or desired it. the door opened, his dorm light flooding into the hallway and causing her head to slowly pick up, staring up at him while her name passed through his lips. a sardonic smile came to her lips as she shrugged, ”surprise.”

[/b], mumbling the words as she could hear the shock in his voice of seeing her seated upon the unclean dorm hallway floor. the fibres of the carpet carried who knew what kind of germs but that was an afterthought to the southern belle as she sighed, brushing a hand through her hair and rolling her eyes, ”oh yes, you are just so delicious and remembering the time that you helped me…you just made my heart swoon.”[/b] her voice holding nothing but a mocking tone as a defensive mechanism to what she was feeling—unsure. she had no idea how to take this news and was unsure if the thought of being a mother had fully sunk into her head yet but it was about to pounded into his head. she watched him for a moment, taking in his attire as not being casual enough for lounging around the door, ”sorry, must have interuptte your plans for the night but…”[/b], she slowly rose off the ground, wiping her hands on her jeans after they had touched the floor of the dorm and sighing, a hand rushing through her frazzled hair. she avoided eyecontact with him, looking anywhere, including the visible parts of her dorm room in an attempt to keep their gazes from locking. she wished that she could remember the conception of the child, not wanting to tell the girl or boy that it was the product of passion and lust and not planned or out of love. she hated the fact that this was happening but it was, and bailey had learned to deal with life’s curveballs to the best of her ability.

”that’s disgusting, doesn’t someone…scrub the carpet at some point?”[/b] she asked, avoiding the topic that was sitting on her mind for a good reason—fear. fear was stopping her from opening her mouth and telling him the news, fear was keeping her stuck against the wall with her arms crossed against her chest and the fear melted away when he invited her into the familiar dorm, remembering the bits and pieces of it while she had been trying to escape in the morning after. the quick getaway had been successful but obviously, they had forgotten something rather crucial. ”okay, kyle..i need to tell you something..”[/b] she said while stepping around him and into the dorm room, shutting the door behind them, ”and I don’t want your entire dorm hallway to wake up…or come outside as you scream..”[/b] because that was what bailey had been desiring to do, curse, scream, cry and shout about how unfair life was to her. taking a deep breath, she pointed to the bed, ”that night…obviously we had sex…”[/b], she breathed out, placing a hand on her stomach, ”and we reproduced..”[/b] she said in an unconvential way. she waited a moment, giving it time to sink in with the complicated terms before sighing, ”I’m pregnant kyle and since you are the only person that I screwed in the past..oh, year or two, you’re the father. congrats.”[/b]. she was ready to hear the rejection and the denial as she dropped her hand from her stomach, feeling larger in size already, and sighed while looking up to him as it seemed to all start to come together for the both of them but bailey was unsure of the outcome as she hardly knew the male and now, he was going to be in her life either through just genes or being a pillar of support for their unborn child.
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[kyle foster]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] kyle foster "the worst things in life come free" ”surprise.”, that it definitely was. not that kyle was unhappy she’d showed up, but she hadn’t been too happy to see him that day in the guy’s washroom, and he honestly hadn’t been expecting to have any sort of conversation with her again after she left his dorm the second time. he had nothing against her, of course, she was a perfectly nice and attractive girl, but one night stands most often remained just that until you graduated, moved on, and forgot about them. she wasn’t supposed to be any different to the many other girls he’d had awkwardly wake in his apartment after an eventful evening. ”oh yes, you are just so delicious and remembering the time that you helped me…you just made my heart swoon.” his lips split into a grin as he gave her a wink, ”don’t be ashamed, i usually have that sort of effect on women.” it didn’t matter if her words had been spoken with mockingly or with sarcasm or not, there was never any harm in a bit of teasing, or a time, in kyle’s mind, when teasing was not appropriate. there were probably many he knew and had interacted with through the years who would find him just plain arrogant and annoying, but their opinions really didn’t matter to the young man. ”sorry, must have interuptte your plans for the night but…” the way that she was speaking was a bit worrying, concerning, but kyle brushed off that curiosity to the back corners of his mind. what could possibly be so wrong that she would make the special trip to his dorm just to tell him? ”nah, it’s okay, i’ve got time.” the guys would have to wait, he’d put up with the extra teasing that he would get for his tardiness when it arrived. there’d be plenty of heckling going on during the game anyway. ”that’s disgusting, doesn’t someone…scrub the carpet at some point?” he chuckled slightly at the almost idealistic views. ”we look after our own dorms and any… majorly obvious messes in the hall. i think we scared away any janitorial staff that might look after it more thoroughly a long time ago.” he lived in a co-ed building, but each floor was separated into two halls, each hall belonging to one gender. the males, especially (except for perhaps one or two little oddballs), weren’t going to worry about cleanliness beyond their own apartment. it was the nature of guys, in most cases. ”okay, kyle..i need to tell you something.. and i don’t want your entire dorm hallway to wake up…or come outside as you scream..” kyle took a step back as she stepped into the room, into the small kitchen area near the door to let her have her room. a frown had replaced his grin, worrisome in nature as his eyes narrowed slightly. her words and her tone… well, to say the least, they didn’t bode well, and though kyle couldn’t exactly guess what it was that she had to tell him, he could guess that it wasn’t superbly positive news. ”that night…obviously we had sex… and we reproduced..” oh. well, at least his second intuition had been right. not good news. not good news at all. ”i’m pregnant kyle and since you are the only person that i screwed in the past..oh, year or two, you’re the father. congrats.”. the male was frozen, eyes widened slightly, focused on the girl but not really seeing. pregnant. the word echoed through his mind, bouncing off walls and rebounding to be repeated with an even stronger impact. shit. it wasn’t like kyle was regularly careless with his… sleeping arrangements and how they went down. no, usually he was great with such things, always making sure that no unwanted accidents would come out a night together, but he had to admit that sometimes he mind slipped. sometimes he drank too much, his reasoning was not as sound as it should be, and protection was forgotten. considering that pregnancy was not the worst that could come out of unprotected sex, it was definitely not a wise move on his part, but it happened… and apparently it had officially happened at the wrong time, with the wrong person. this had never been a possibility in kyle’s mind. well, okay, it had certainly be a possibility, but like so many people who had unexpected negative things occur in their lives he had never thought that it would happen to him. pregnancies with one-night-stands, or even girlfriends, were things that he would laugh about with his buddies while they had a drink, shaking their heads at ‘bob’ who’d gotten his girlfriend pregnant and was now wrapped up in something that he had never wanted to be wrapped up in, mourning his loss of freedom that came with the unwanted responsibilities of being a parent. it was never supposed to happen to him. he wasn’t supposed to be the guy that his buddies shook their heads at, muttering how unlucky he was while they went on with their lives. kyle was smart. he’d always been careful. …he’d usually been careful. what luck must he have that one of the only times he let that carefulness slip this had happened? his buddies would be waiting for him to show up, a valuable member of whatever team he was chosen to go on for the night. pretty soon his phone would be blown up with calls and texts, mockingly insulting him for his slowness, urging him to hurry up because they were cold and wanted to start the game so that they could warm up. but clearly the basketball game for him was not happening today. he probably could just leave the room, run along to his pals and abandon bailey knowing not what the hell was going on, perhaps a douchier guy would run the second the announcement was made, but kyle was not such a guy. he didn’t know what to do, or what to say, but right now he doubted that he would be able to take a step without hugging a wall to remain upright, so staying put in the dorm he was. after what seemed like an eternity to him, probably nearing a minute to anyone else, he finally showed signs of life, letting out the breath that he had been holding all at once only to suck in oxygen rather quickly in the next second, trying to let his mind magically find the right words to say to address the situation... or just to say the first words that came to mind, the ones that had to be asked. "you- you're sure?" he wasn't even sure if he was asking if she was sure she was pregnant, or sure that he was the father. both would majorly change his current state of panic. Tags: bailey <3 | Words: enough | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: In their own line

[bailey hart]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #8D0000 solid, bTable] WE'RE SMILING BUT WE'RE CLOSE TO TEARS even after all these years, 2e just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#A36954; color: #000;]the words were not said with sincerity or compassion towards the understanding that they were going to be scary but she held no fear in her voice either. the falter in her voice was absent but the shakiness in her hands as she steadied herself using the walls gave away all her insecurities. she tried to stand strong, as always, but was failing with the idea of being a parent. her mother was hardly a role model for parenting and her father had never really been a part of her life unless he needed finaincial support and then he was gone—now eternally gone as he was six feet under at this point in her life. she had no one to really mirror, there was no one to show or even tell her if she was doing something wrong and that scared her. she furrowed her brows while waiting for a reaction, lifting her hand up to look at her invisible watch, counting the seconds that it took for the message to sink in for the male. her foot began to tap and she shook her head, ”didn’t even take me this long..”

[/b] she mumbled and her realization had involved the emptying of her stomach and nearly blacking out on her bathroom floor. her head tottered to the side and finally, as his blank expression continued, she snapped her fingers in front of his face, literally trying to snap him out of the trance. it appeared to be working as the male blinked once more but his words caused her brows to furrow and contort her face into one of anger, she was blaming the hormones on the fact that her anger was explosive as of late—”am I sure?”[/b], repeating the question back but it had more bite than his docile tone.

she had no idea what she was being accused of but the way that he had voiced the question appeared to have more than one answer. she was completely positive to both, ”doubt there are many wrong ways of being on a stick.”[/b] she grumbled back to him, her arms now folding across her chest, closing herself off with body language. the question was unnecessary, ”if I even had a doubt in my mind, I wouldn’t be here…”[/b] she growled under her breath, perfectly aware that she was being irrational. she knew that the shock was going to come but she had not been prepared for the extra questioning of her circumstances of being there. she was positive due to the mood swings that she was having, the irritability, the desire for more sleep and the morning sickness that seemed to circulate all day. not having eaten today, bailey was feeling her head grow lighter and she moved over to the couch to rest herself down, placing a hand on her forehead, ”heres a question for you…”[/b] as it was an important one in her mind, ”didn’t you think to put on protection or were you that smashed that it slipped your mind?”[/b]. bailey was putting the fault on him, but she knew that it was both of their responsibility to have taken the extra measure even in their alcohol induced lust, ”or mine..”[/b] she whispered into her palm as her hand came to cup her own cheek and her elbow dug into her thigh. she had a hard time getting comfortable and was constantly moving positions, small changes but still noticeable and probably a little distracting. she was finding her feet to be shifting, her legs crossed and uncrossed and her hand was switching between cupping her forehead to her cheek. she just was uncomfortable and it had nothing to do with kyle, but more about the entire situation.

the silence between them was filling up the room, things she wanted to say being exhaled breathlessly and finally, she slapped her knees as she stood back up, feeling grounded once more. ”I’m…”[/b], she took in a deep breath, putting her hand to her stomach and licking her lips in thought, ”keeping him..her..it. i’m not going to give it up…”[/b] because bailey already loved the growing life to the fullest extent, even if the situation was not ideal. parenthood had never been a thought to her, seeing it ruin her mother and eventually kill her father, but she was willing to put in the time, effort and financial support that was needed to raise the child. school was an afterthought now that she was carrying a new life, her old dreams flushed down the toilet but being replaced with ones that involved the little one, and kyle—if he wanted. ”but you don’t have to…be apart of it at all.”[/b] as she was sure that the bachelor life was more appealing than the idea of fatherhood. she was sure that he was going to send her right out, it was the story of her life, a repeating cycle where the world was nothing but cruel to the girl and her back was constantly backed up against the wall. the doubts were coming back and she could feel her heart racing as her eyes finally met his, the fear of the unknown reflecting in her brown, doe-like eyes. they were both so young, they had so much to live for and become and now, they had to push all of that aside for the child that they had conceived together, in this very room—and she was okay with it. ”so..”[/b] she asked trying to cut the tension in the room, lighten it up but the question that still remained was sitting on the edge of her tongue and bailey hardly had the verbal self-control to stop herself from asking, ”where do we go from here?”[/b] because that was on a need to know basis and baily, needed to know--was he in or out?[/div][/center]

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[kyle foster]

Nov 20, 2012 16:49:34 GMT -5 kyle foster said:

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] kyle foster "the worst things in life come free" his day thus far: woken up by the insistant blaring of his alarm clock, slapping the said alarm clock into snooze three times before he finally pulled himself out of bed. he had a shower. he got dressed, had breakfaster, brushed his teeth. he’d dragged his tired ass to his classes, finding sitting areas between classes to relax because he was too lazy to make the journey back to his dorm. after his last class he’d come home, texted the guys, planned their basketball game, hit the books, had supper, hit more books, heard a knock on the door, became a father… now, which one of those activities did not belong and could not possibly be expected to exist in an everyday scenario? could anyone really blame kyle for being more than a little bit shocked? this was not something that was supposed to happen to him. he was supposed to graduate, become a lawyer, get a good job, fall in love, find a family, live a great life the way he’d always wanted. this… this was not in the plans. hell, the only reason he really remembered bailey’s name was because she’d repeated it a million times and he’d actually come into contact her shortly after their night… when she was sick. even then, she’d been sick. and not for one second had the idea that he might be the cause of that illness had crossed his mind. she’d just been an acquaintance who had caught an unfortunate bug, nothing more to him. he couldn’t even call her his friend at the time… and now they were parents together. it was a bit much to take in. ”am i sure?” he blinked at the harshness in her tone, not expecting it. mistakes happened, clearly one had happened, but if it was likely that he had knocked her up wasn’t it just as likely that there had been a faulty test sending them into a panic over nothing more than a stomach bug? it was a fragile hope, but one that kyle was making himself cling to at the moment for his own sanity. surely she couldn’t blame him for grasping at straws, however unlikely they were. she’d probably done the same, he expected, when she had put two and two together, coming up with every possible reason as to hwy she couldn’t be pregnant, why a sickness could be attributed to anything but a new life forming within her… ”doubt there are many wrong ways of being on a stick. if i even had a doubt in my mind, i wouldn’t be here…” ”okay, okay,” kyle muttered with a slight sigh, trying not to take too much offense to the biting tone she held. she was stressed, he was stressed, they both had reason to and kyle was beginning to quickly run out of hope that that reason would prove to be just a prank or a mistake. he shifted his body as she moved over to the couch, but his feet remained glued in relatively the same position. he didn’t quite trust himself to take any steps forward yet. ”heres a question for you… didn’t you think to put on protection or were you that smashed that it slipped your mind?” his mouth hung open for a moment, trying to come up with a response and answer the question for himself before he voiced his words. ”or mine..” any frustrated remark he might have made in reply to her earlier biting tone, any anger he had for her apparently shoving off the blame on him, faded away at the softer words. ”it… it was stupid. i guess i wasn’t thinking as straight as i should have been, and if i wasn’t then there was no hope of you thinking of it…” after all, he was the one who could still remember their evening. though he’d had too much to drink, he’d definitely been less intoxicated than she, so perhaps a bit more blame should fall on him for that. sighing he leaned over the island beside him, arms folded against the cool countertop, eyes staring blankly at the smooth surface, not registering a single thing he saw. as far as his thoughts went… well, they were blank. numb. even his subconscious seemed to have shut up, slowly letting the shock of bailey’s announcement sink in to the point where he’d be forced to accept it. it couldn’t be a joke, she didn’t seem like the cruel type who would do that to him, and she’d been so offended by the idea that she could have made a mistake that the idea had been ruled out from his mind, so however impossible the idea that this was happening was, it was real. ”i’m…”, he glanced up from the countertop to her, noting the hand on her stomach and quickly switching his eyes to her face, not wanting his mind to linger on why she was protecting her stomach like that right now. keeping him..her..it. i’m not going to give it up…” ”ah…” he hadn’t really actually thought about giving up the child being an option, but that left the only possible out for them demolished. he wasn’t going to try to convince her to have an abortion when the idea unsettled even him, and it wasn’t even his body. ”but you don’t have to…be apart of it at all.” the oppostunity was one many guys would jump at. no responsibility, no connections, no screw up essentially. he could get out free, pretend nothing ever happened… except he couldn’t. a part of kyle wished desperately that he could, but he wasn’t one of those guys who could walk away guilt free from a situation that put another in harms way, which would be exactly what he would be doing. while he went on to lead a normal life she would be a struggling single mother with a kid she hadn’t wanted in the first place… ”that’s noble… and incredibly stupid.” he frowned, shaking his head as he pulled himself way from the countertop to run his finger and thumb across his eyes, pinching his nose, trying to clear his eyes and mind. ”this is… our error. you’re not paying for it alone.” his mother was going to kill him for getting into this situation, for being stupid even if he had been drunk, but he knew that (even if she didn’t show it) it would kill her if he didn’t man up to his mistake. he’d watched his mother stuggle as a single parent, though that had been of two children, all his life thanks to his own dead-beat father…. he wasn’t going to make that a foster family tradition, even if it ended up that he would only be in the kid’s life through money and maybe a monthly phone call, if that was all that it worked out to. ”so.. where do we go from here?” that was a very, very good question, and one that kyle was completely clueless on. ”i… don’t know… get married?” it was said in a half-joking way, but there was a bit of seriousness to it, because kyle really had no idea what was the proper step in cases like this. unwanted pregnancies at least usually happened to couples who were dating, not people who had only spoken to each other twice before realizing they were parents. 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