“Can we go somewhere and talk?”
His brows furrow. “Yeah. Is everything okay?”
Ignoring his question. “Do you have the car today?”
“Yeah. Do you need to go somewhere?”
“No, I don’t want to talk about this inside the school.”
He grabs my hand and leads me to his brother’s car. I realize, as we’re walking to his brother’s car, that we don’t even have a car for ourselves.
How are we going to do this?
Kai turns the ignition and blasts the heater.
I reach down into my backpack and pull out the shirt I hid the tests in.
Before unrolling the shirt, I glance between Kai and the tests, noticing his wide-eyed expression as he looks between me and the shirt in my hands. I unroll the shirt, and the tests fall into my hand. I lift them to show Kai.
Kai reaches for one of the tests and stares at it, wide-eyed. His mouth drops open, and he runs his hands through his hair, leaning his head against the seat.
“Is this why you’ve been sick?”
I nod. Speechless.
He looks back down at the test and shakes his head. My eyes begin to water; I have no clue what he’s thinking. It’s scary…not knowing what the future holds for us.
He looks at me with worry in his eyes. “Are you okay?”
I’m taken aback by his worry about me and only me. “I don’t know. Are you?”
“This isn’t what I was expecting.” He runs his hand over his mouth and down his jaw as he continues staring at the test. “Do you want to keep it?”
I shrug my shoulders. “How are we going to take care of a baby?”
“If you want to keep it, we will figure it out.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I will do anything you want to do.” He pauses. “No, we’rekeeping it. We got ourselves into this and we will have to figure it out.”
“What?”
“We’re keeping it. Everything will work out fine. I promise,” he says, grabbing my hand and placing a kiss on the top of it.
“Kai. We don’t even have our own place. We don’t have our own vehicle. We have nothing. How do you expect us to do this?”
Shock appears on his face as I ask the questions, and then, after a beat, his face relaxes a bit.
“I’ll buy a car this weekend. I’ve been saving up for the car that I want, but this is more important. We can get a car that isn’t as expensive.”
I’m surprised by his maturity. I was so worried he’d leave me, and he’s giving up the car he wants for one we can afford.
The nerves I was feeling earlier subside a little.
“My mom is going to kick me out. She has always told me she will not raise another kid. I’m going to need somewhere to go when I tell her.”
“We’ll get our own place,” he says.
