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Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous	By : Elocin Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 3361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 6

"God Kelly, how could you be so..." I stop myself before the word stupid can slip out, that's the last thing she needs from me right now. "I mean, how did this happen? I thought you were on the pill."

"I was. I am." Kelly sniffled into my shoulder.

"Then how?"

"The day before, I was stressing about seeing you again, about telling you about Trey. I forgot to take it. But I thought it'd be okay if I just kept taking them like it never happened. I didn't think it would matter. Then me and Jebbie were talking the other day and we was talking about how her and Brian are going to have a baby and she said that if you miss a day it takes two weeks to become effective again." She swallowed hard. "I went out and got the test that day, I had to wait till everyone was out to take it. I've been so nervous, I haven't been able to eat for two days!"

Shit, this is all my fault. If I hadn't done a lot of the things I've done to her then she wouldn't be in this position. "Does Trey know?"

"No, he can't. I broke up with him the day after we...He can't know about this. Nobody can. That's why I called you, you're the only one who I knew would understand. I know that I can trust you." She hugs me tighter.

Way to make me feel worse Kelly, I know that she doesn't mean to make me feel bad but how can she trust me after everything I've done.

"Well I guess that we just have to try and look on the bright side of things. I've heard pregnant girls boobs like double in size." I know that's a pretty dumbass thing to say but it makes Kelly laugh and that's what really matters.

"I can't keep it." She says after a few moments of uneasy silence. I stroke her hair as she rubs her belly. "I can't be pregnant. Not with...I'm about to go on tour again in a few months and, Lord, what will my Momma say and my fans."

"I know." I kiss her forehead. There is no way in hell she can keep this kid. "But you still kinda want it, huh."

"Yeah. I know this kid could ruin everything but it's still just a little baby, it's not it's fault that I'm a moron."

"I know." I slide my hand down to join hers on her abdomen.

"But I have to get rid of it." She concludes, her eyes starting to tear up again. I can tell this is tearing her apart inside. I wish that I could think of something to say. Something amazing and insightful and wise that'll make everything better. But I can't. "You'll...I mean when I do, can you come with me? I can't do this by myself."

"I'll be there." I promise her, tilting her head back and kissing her deeply. I feel like I should be doing more. I feel so fucking guilty, I can't stand it. But this isn't about me, it's about Kelly. There'll be plenty of time to beat up on myself later.

"Good." She yawns. "I'm so tired."

"So sleep."

"Are you sure?" I nod and she smiles at me like I just handed her the crown fucking jewels. We've never slept together before. We've fucked more times than I can count and then mutually passed out for a while but we've never just slept. It's my fault, I always told her that it was too intimate and would just complicate things between us.

She wraps herself around me, resting her head on my chest, embracing my waist with her arms as one of her legs slip between mine.

"I love you." She breathes, so quietly I almost don't hear her. She probably didn't mean for me to anyway. Against all my better judgment it makes me feel all warm and gooey inside but at the same time makes me feel like crap because how can she love me? I'm the one who got her knocked up (indirectly, of course, unless there is something I don't know about myself.)

She breathing heavily and drooling all over my chest now. She looks kinda like a sleeping puppy, but a cute one, not one of those dogs who look like they have had their faces bashed in with a frying pan.

Her tummy growls and I'm reminded that she hasn't eaten for two days. Looks like it's going to be up to me to get her fed. God knows that the last thing Kelly needs is to give herself food poisoning. Again.

Careful not to wake her I extricate myself from her arms and replace my body with a pillow, determined not to wake her up until I've made something that could be classified as edible.

I make my way to the kitchen and check the fridge and wonder if anyone in this house can cook cause all I can find in there is takeaway leftovers.

I have more luck when I check out the cabinets and find some cookie mix, sure it's not the most nutritional thing in the world but they do make some excellent comfort food.

So here I am, measuring and mixing and baking, feeling so fucking domesticated I could puke. But here's the thing, I don't hate it. Instead it kind of makes me feel good, doing something nice for Kelly. I think I may be coming down with something.

I'm cleaning up the mess while the cookies are baking in the oven when Kelly wanders into the kitchen. "That smells good." She yawns covering her mouth with her hand and taking a seat upon the counter. Wow, in this light she really does look like shit, remind me to never get pregnant.

"Of course it does, I made it."

"See that's what I've missed most about you Di, your overwhelming modesty." She smiles at me to take the sting out of her words.

"Well I wouldn't be me if I was modest, would I." I say kissing her cheek as I slip by her to put away the bowl I'd been using. "So how are you feeling?"

"Better now that you're here."

Oh. I squirm uncomfortably. Please don't tell me that we're about to have a discussion about our feelings. I suck at those. "Really?"

"Yeah. Before everything was...up in the air. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. But you… you always know what to do." She hops down off the counter and envelopes me in a tight bear hug. Almost lifting my feet of the ground. For the first time today I remember what Carrie was saying that morning, about me being different things to different people. I hate to say it but maybe, just maybe, she was right. "Thank you."

"Glad I could be of service." I say, turning away from her and collecting the discarded packaging to put in the trash. As I dump the carton, something catches my eye. It's the box from the pregnancy test. Out of curiosity, I pick it up and read the instructions.

"You idiot." I half-laugh, half-yell. A lall, perhaps? No? Okay, I just like combining words. I throw the box at Kelly who bats it away.

"What? What did I do?"

I grab the box from the floor and show it to her. "Look. One blue stripe for negative, two for positive. You're not pregnant, you just read the test wrong." All this fucking drama over nothing. Kelly's jaw drops when she realizes what I'm saying.

"I'm not pregnant!" She squeals, leaping forward into my arms and jumping up and down so enthusiastically that I can't help but join her.

"You know Kelly, you could have saved yourself a lot of trouble if you'd just read the instructions right the first time." I tell her once we've both calmed down and stopped bouncing.

"I know. But they're both blue. It's confusing!" She exclaimed, leaning back against the counter as I bend over and remove the now slightly burnt cookies from the oven. I think that she's checking me out. "But maybe this was all for the best. I mean it got us back together...or whatever it is we are."

"Maybe." Something whispers in the back of my head that I should be at least a little suspicious of, well, all of this. But I tell it to shut up because this is Kelly and she wouldn't fake a pregnancy scare just to get me back. That's more my style

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