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Nick rolled over in bed groaning a bit. The guys had woken him earlier to tell him that they were leaving, but he had fallen back asleep. Kayla’s loud music woke him up instantly. He figured he’d go turn it down for her...and him.
“Damn Moffatts,” he muttered shelping down the hallway.
The door to her room was open and he heard the shower running. He took it in his own liberty to walk in. Before he turned down the music he looked at her room, taking everything in. Kayla was the normal 17 year old girl. Clothes were spewed around the room and a few pictures of the Moffatts hung on her walls. He dressers were full of knickknacks she had gathered throughout the years and some pictures were by her bed of her friends and family. To his surprise he saw a picture of Aubrey in a gold frame by her bed.
“Why the hell would she still want to look at that ass?” he wondered.
He went back to his chore at hand and turned down the music when he heard the shower stop.
Kayla stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around her and walked out of the bathroom, still wet and scared out of her mind, who could it be? She sighed in relief when she saw Nick standing there bug eyed.
“Oh God you scared me, I thought I was home alone,” she sighed.
He just stood there staring at her.
“What, never seen a girl in a towel before?” she laughed.
He just scratched his head and yawned tiredly, “No, just surprised you don’t care,” he sighed, “So I take it your still obsessed with the Moffatts.”
“Yeah, Scott’s such a babe!” she laughed hitting him in the arm.
He just thought about her being pregnant. Little Kayla, the girl he pretty much grew up with, fell in and out of love with, without her knowing, now pregnant. He wanted to learn more about it, alone since the others were gone. He wanted to tell her things that she needed to know.
“Well if you don’t mind I need to get dressed and stuff, so vamooses!” she smirked pushing him out.
“Ok, yeah, yeah, I’m gone. Hey I’ll hurry up and get ready and pour us some cereal. Since the others are gone we can sit and talk, like the good ol’ times? Remember when we...” he began.
“Yes Nick, that would be lovely, but we can’t unless you actually let me get ready!” she reminded.
“OK, then maybe we can talk about...well...you know,” he said looking down.
“Me being pregnant, sure, we’ll play 20 Questions with Kayla, just give me a few,” she laughed as she closed the door.
Part of her wanted to talk but the other part just wanted to crawl under her bed and hide for nine months. She looked at herself in the mirror, “How the hell do I do that when my whole life is about to change?” she sighed.
Back to Tulsa: A Love and Hate Story
Part 5