Three Weeks In

Within days, Zoe noticed a distinct pattern in Kyle's behavior.

Every morning, he would wake up and throw up. It always happened around seven am. After that, he was usually very tired, so he would go back to bed and sleep until around noon.

Then he would wake up ravenous. Every day he wanted something new, too, though he seemed to have a couple of favorites. Key lime pie, for instance. He always seemed to be eating key lime pie.

The other cravings were bad. At least, Zoe thought they were. She had to try not to gag when her boyfriend would eat chocolate ice cream with ranch dressing on it.

By the middle of the week he was starting to show more, too, and it weirded Zoe out a bit. It was like one day they just woke up and his stomach was bigger. She imagined that soon enough he'd probably have stretch marks. At least for the present, some of his clothes still fit.

There were still questions, of course, about what to do with the baby when it was born. Cordelia still wanted it, but she seemed to be willing to let them keep it if they wanted to. Considering Kyle was carrying it and all, she felt an obligation to let them have it.

Zoe and Kyle were still unsure. Sometimes, Kyle seemed like he wanted to keep it, but he was also afraid because of his violent outbursts. He truly could harm the child if he freaked. Zoe, however, was less enthused overall. She wasn't ready to be a parent, not in the least, and definitely not to a kid that wasn't hers genetically.

But, with Kyle's mood swings, she kept her true feelings under wraps, hoping that when the time came, they'd make the right call.