Enemies with Babies

five || bad reactions

Alexander was speechless.

At that moment in time, I just wanted a big hole to crack open and swallow me. His eyes remained glued on me, but they held such an expression that it didn't seem like he believed me.

"You're lying." He gaped, the obvious state of being shocked still evident on his face.

Looking down, I started staring at my fingers, not wanting to witness his disappointment. "Why would I lie about something like this? Do you really think that lowly of me?"

"No," Alexander's voice came out choked. "But.. surely.. I.. how?"

I lifted my head back up, sheer annoyance masked across my face. "Well, how does one get pregnant? When a man decides to—"

I actually thought I would have to explain the whole birds and bees story to him, when he – thankfully – shook his head and started speaking, ultimately cutting me off.

"I know that. What I meant was – how is it possible that you're pregnant?" Alexander asked.

Signing, I shrugged my shoulders. "You're the drunk that remembers things; you tell me."

Crossing my arms for effect, I watched as he brushed his hair with his fingers, exhaling slowly. I didn't understand him; he was acting like I dragged him into something he never wanted, when he had to contribute.

With my pregnancy hormones, there's no telling in what I would do if he decided to act like an asshole. I hoped desperately that he would act decently. I needed him to.

"You're telling me that you got pregnant at the party you and Daisy threw?" He vocalised every word slowly, as if mentally processing the information.

"I think so," I replied, quieter than I spoke before.

Alex's face contorted into one as if he was deep in thoughts. I didn't know whether or not this was a good thing; I've never seen him look like this. Or, whenever I have, I would usually insult him and that facial expressions would be gone.

At this point, I knew I definitely over-thinking the whole thing. Though, that realisation did nothing but cause me to become more anxious.

Usually whenever I realise something I cause havoc – whether in my feelings or somebody else's life. Something quite weird to admit.

"Say something," I urged him when he remained quiet.

For somebody who usually had a remark for everything, he seemed to have nothing to say now – the one time I needed a comment from him.

"What do I say to that?" He whispered, staring into my brown eyes the whole time.

My brain urged me to punch him for that comment, even if it wasn't as awful as it could have been. But, seriously – what kind of response was that?

From the way that the direction of the conversation seemed to be heading towards, I wanted to leave the cafe as soon as I possibly could. However, I needed to say a few things to my boyfriend first.

"Are you serious? How about 'I'm here for you,' or 'we'll do this together,'? Do you even have an idea of how scared I am?" The volume of my voice increased with every sentence I said.

Alex seemed affected by what I said, which was a good thing. "You're scared? At least you had time to process this! I just came to get a drink with my girlfriend, until I was bombarded with a teenage pregnancy!"

Scoffing, I got up from my chair and sent him a deadly glare. "Bombarded? How dare you say that to me, when you're the one that declared everything to me when I wasn't ready!"

Alexander also got up, tucking in his chair and taking out his wallet. Placing down a few notes on the table, he returned his leather wallet back into his jean pocket.

"I gave you time to process that information. Whereas you are desperately awaiting my reaction as if I need to f*****g validate your pregnancy!" He shot back, crossing his arms.

I rolled my eyes, forcing out a laugh. "Oh, yeah, go ahead. Act as if you didn't do anything to get me pregnant."

Alex shot me a look, before he left the cafe. This got me even more mad, but also caused panic to erupt deep within me. I couldn't believe he was actually leaving. Surely Alex had more respect for me than to just leave.

"Wait, are you just going?" I asked, following behind him.

He turned around, glaring at me. "What does it look like?"

I looked appalled. "You really want to be the type of boyfriend that skips as soon as he finds out his girlfriend is carrying his baby. Wow, Alexander. I thought you appreciated me more."

"I do. Kelsie, you know that I love you," Alex stated. "But you aren't letting me think about—"

Shaking my head, I stopped him from speaking. I couldn't bear to listen to him for a moment longer.

"Leave then." I told him, my tone cold.

Guilt washed over his facial features. Honestly, the way his expressions changed from one mood to another happened so quickly I could barely process any of them. Unless they're of a s****l nature – which I haven't seen since I found out I was pregnant.

"Kelsie, I—"

I shook my head once again, ultimately pausing whatever he had to say. "No. Don't you even dare 'Kelsie' me," I barged passed him. "Text me when you get you get your s**t together. Unless you want to think about texting, too."

I started walking away, anticipating Alexander's grasp – something that would show me he wanted to talk things over. But when I didn't feel that, I turned around to see what he was doing.

And when I did, I saw him sitting on the edge of the pavement, with his head in his hands as he trailed his fingers through his hair.

As I was walking away, I realised how quickly the conversation escalated into one so negative, simply because I had been too patient to wait for a decent reaction.

Once again, I caused something bad to happen because of my inability to wait.

**

Once I got home, the waterworks began.

I expected Alexander to be surprised at first, and maybe a little confused. Instead, I got him mad, with him even slightly insulting me.

Walking into the living room, I grabbed a cushion of the sofa and sobbed into that, probably getting smears of mascara on it. I contemplated calling Daisy and asking her to come over and talk, until I realised she wasn't aware of my pregnancy, considering the fact I was uncomfortable with telling people.

Suddenly, my sadness turned into anger. Getting the cushion off my face, I started punching it and screaming into it. My neighbours probably thought I was a psycho, due to the loudness of my disappointment.

Then, I heard my front door open, shortly after the sound of it closing. Suppressing my anger, I put down the cushion and strolled into the hallway, where I saw Gina peeling off her jacket.

Running towards her, I threw my arms around her and buried my head in her shoulders.

"Hello, Kelsie. Are you alright?" Gina asked me, rubbing my back.

I looked up, shaking my head. Realising my tear-stained cheeks, her eyes widened as a sympathetic look overtook her countenance.

"What happened, Kelsie? Is the baby alright?" She questioned, panicked.

Slowly nodding, I sniffed. "As far as I know. But it's sure creating a lot of problems in my personal life."

Gina looked puzzled, an unfamiliar look on her face as it seemed as if her default expression was smiling.

"What do you mean?" Gina asked, the both of us beginning to walk into the living room.

After we sat down on the sofa, with Gina quickly sparing a glance at the cushion in which I laid my feelings down on, I inhaled deeply, preparing to elaborate on what I said before.

"I told my boyfriend about the pregnancy." I told her.

Gina's eyes widened, her hands wrapping around on of my own. Her hands were cold, signalling the fact she just came from outside. It was weird how it was July and quite chilly. But that was besides the point.

"And? How did he react?" She asked, determinately.

I giggled weakly, still sniffing. "How does it look like?"

She looked upset, which really broke my heart. When Gina was sad, it made me sad as she was usually a happy person. And the fact I seemed miserable over something she seemed so eager to help me with caused me to sympathise for her. Even if it should be her sympathising over my current situation.

Once again, over-thinking things.

"Did you two break up?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

Shaking my head, I felt my vocal cords strain, as if I was going to cry again.

These f*****g hormones. Always making me act like I'm on a heightened period.

"He left, though. Said he needed to think. And I just.." my voice went weak, the last few words of my explanation strained. I knew I was about to cry, no matter as much as I didn't want to cry in front of Gina. "I.. I.. sorry."

I turned away and started crying, thinking about earlier. Couldn't I just go back to the non-pregnant me for a little while, and take this an opportunity to insult him?

"Kelsie," Gina brought me closer, pulling me into another hug. "You two will sort things out, I promise."

I nodded, my arms flimsy beside me – despite the fact she was still hugging me.

"I hope so." I muttered.

She nodded. "You will. I believe he is a better boy than that, especially if somebody as great as you fell in love with him."

Tears still streaked down my cheeks, but at a slow pace. Gina managed to make me feel better, even if what she claimed would happen may or may not be true. Alex had a tendency to he unpredictable, after all.

"Thanks, mum." I sniffed, my vision shifting from blurry to normal again.