45. Telling Kylie
I have to tell Kylie about Sam being pregnant. It's going to rip her apart, but I have to. I may be the father of that child, but I will not be in it's life.
"Kylie." I said nervously. "Hey. What's wrong?" She asked. I was shaking, and I could feel my eyes getting heavy. "I um- uh-" "Michael. Tell me." She said. "No matter what it is I will still love you, you can tell me anything." She said. "You're making this so damn hard." I said. "You're breaking up with me aren't you." She said pacing back and fourth. "What. No. No Ky." I said "oh then what is it?" She asked. "Well.... Um. I kinda slept with another girl last week. And, I may have gotten her pregnant." I said. "W-what." She said. She sounded heart broken.
"Kylie. Im so sorry. I was drunk, and I didn't know what I was doing. Trust me, the morning I woke up, you were the first person I thought of. And then she told me she was pregnant, you were the first person who I thought of. I get it if you want to leave." I said. She walked closer to me. "I know how mad you are. You have the right to punch me in the face." I said. She walked closer to me. "And, I get it if you want you're own room, and you're things-" I said until I got off by her kissing me.
"I love you." She said. "But. What about-" "Michael. It was a mistake. I know. Skylar and Luke have these little things all the time, and they're still together. This problem isn't going to tare us apart. And honestly, I don't care if you have a child. Nothing is going to make me love you any less." She said. "You're amazing." I said kissing her. She kissed me back, and everything got really heated from there.