Chapter 49: Pregnant

KRIS:

"Honey, wake up.” Mom tapped me gently.

I groaned in frustration, pulling the covers tightly against me.

"Mom, let me sleep.” I muttered, eyes still closed.

"No baby. This is the third time you're napping today. Are you sure you're fine?” She asked and I felt my bed dipped.

"I'm okay, Mom.” I replied.

Sleeping was one thing I did a lot so it was totally normal to me.

"You've been sleeping a lot lately.” She pressed a hand to my head to feel my temperature.

"Mom, I'm fine.” I replied in annoyance, opening my eyes.

"Okay.” She moved her hand away, but mistakenly, it touched my boobs and I flinched.

"What was that honey?” She asked, noticing the movement.

"My boobs are sore.” She narrowed her eyes at me before focusing them on my boobs.

I rolled my eyes at her, shaking my head.

"You worry too much. My boobs get sore when I'm about to menstruate. It's just a sign that It'll start in the next couple of days.” I rambled on.

"Is that why they're swollen?” She raised her brows.

"They just increased in size. They must be growing.” I grinned but her next question knocked it off.

"When last did you have sex?”

Huh? Why is she suddenly concerned about my sex life? I frowned, wondering.

"Umm...two weeks ago.” I answered, raising my brows at her in confusion.

"Did you use a condom?”

"No, but I'm on the pill so it doesn't matter.”

"Baby….” She looked at me with concerned eyes. "I think you're pregnant.”

Ha. Very funny. Those were my thoughts while I stared at her blankly.

"Mom! I just told you I'm on the pill.”

"Yeah?” she cocked a brow, her gaze holding mine. “When was the last time you took it?”

"Umm….” I tried remembering. "Three weeks ago.”

"See?"

No! I don't see. I mentally snapped back, getting annoyed by her assumptions.

"I've been taking the pill for a long time. Surely I can't just get pregnant by not taking it once. Right?” I looked at her, waiting for the answer I wanted to hear.

"Honey, it doesn't work that way.”

This can't be true. My period is a few days away. I mean I can already see the signs. I tried convincing myself.

"Mom, you must be making a mistake. I'm a few days from my period and the signs are showing already.” I hoped I was right. I couldn't be wrong.

"We can't be so sure, baby. We’ll just have to check with a pregnancy test.” She held my hand, squeezing softly.

"If that will convince you, then fine.” I rolled my eyes, lying back down.

"I'll be back honey. I need to get some tests from the store.” She pecked my forehead before leaving.

Once she left, I snuggled into my comforter and let sleep embrace me. I paid no mind to her assumptions because I knew they were wrong.

Moments later, I felt a slight tap on my arm.

"Mom, go away.” I groaned not wanting to wake up.

"Come on baby, I brought the tests.”

Ughh...she seriously believes I'm pregnant. Well, I'll prove her wrong.

That mentality drove me into taking the tests.

She bought five and I used all of them, just to give her maximum results.

We sat on my bed and waited for them to be ready. Once they were ready, she looked at me before picking up the first one. Checking it, it was positive.

My heart fell a little but I told myself it could be wrong. There were still four more. My mom's eyes were on mine the whole time. I gave her a small nod and she picked up the next one.

It was also positive. My heart dropped.

By the time she got to the last one, my heart was long gone.

They were all positive.

Tears stung my eyes as the truth hit me.

I was pregnant.

Not just for anyone but for the man who killed my dad.

If my mom knows, how will she take it?

Tears trickled down my cheeks flowing in endless torrents.

What about Tyler?

Oh God. What am I going to tell him?

Hey, I cheated on you now I'm pregnant?

I didn't even know the status of my relationship with Lucian. I hadn’t processed everything he said.

Now I'm carrying his child.

What if I don't want him back? I'm not even sure I do.

These thoughts ran through my mind as my mom embraced me tightly, rubbing my back soothingly.

"Do you want to talk about it?” I shook my head on her neck and she understood. My tears were pouring into her neck as silent sobs wracked my entire being.

"It's okay baby. You'll be alright okay.” She comforted me.

If only I could believe that.

"Whatever decision you make, I'll be right by you. Always know mummy loves you.” She continued rubbing my back.

I couldn't speak. The only thought on my mind was, I'm carrying the baby of my father's murderer.

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"I have failed you.” I said, kneeling by the tombstone of my dad, tears pouring down my face.

This time, there was no one to give me a cloth to wipe my tears. I came alone. I didn't want my mom to know so I had lied that I was going to Chris's place.

"I finally found your killer and the evidence that would have nailed him down but I chose not to do anything about it.” I sniffed. "Now I'm pregnant for him.” More tears poured down.

"This is the last time I'll be coming here. I can't deal with the guilt.” I wiped my eyes with my hand to clear the blur my tears were creating.

"I don't even deserve to be here.”

That said, I placed the white roses I was holding down and stood up to leave.

"I love you Dad.” I said before leaving.

My life was in shambles because of Lucian. If I had listened to Jake or stayed away from him the first time I met him, things would have been different.